The Bell Tower is steep and rises high above the building. The stairs are made of rickety wood and go up thirty stories. The bell is so old that the cracks seem almost perfectly set in the iron.
Bell Tower, Inside Church
priest
hermit
I am the village hermit and I live on the outskirts of the village. I keep to myself and I do not interact with anyone from the village. I live off of the land and I am very happy with my way of life.
I hate those bells! Why must they ring them so often Because we must profess our love for the lord. May I recommend you don't come to the bell tower if you don't like the bells? But I must, It is my duty to clean them every week! Fine... do it quietly then... you spend enough time indoors as it is, I'm sure you can tolerate it for a short while. I may trouble you for a favor? father? Sure. What is it, my child? Do you have some cotton to stick in my ears, so that I may deafen the sound of the bells. They drive me mad Ah... no cotton I'm afraid. Not much of that in these parts. Here, take this though, maybe it will make it more bearable... or make you care less. I will not drink much! I have another hour or two to finish here. Take as much as you want. We have plenty in the barrels in the basement, and I'm feeling a little worse for wear today. Thank you father! I will drink a little now and then when I am done I will have a little more. Thank you Of course, my child. Appreciate you cleaning the bells, it can't be easy work.