This is a semi-outdoors location with low stone walls, a great view of the surrounding town, creaky worn out floor, and a very large brass bell.  There is a long rope hanging down the center that one can grab and proceed to ring the bell to call people to service.
Prayer bell, Inside Church
an assistant
worshiper
I am a worshiper and I love worship. I  worship what ever I feel is the highest the one above all . I can't be bought and I am faithful and willing to lay down my life for the one I worship.
Lord of Light, I adore you.  Who're you speaking to?  I'm worshiping the lord! Surely I'm not the first. Seems an odd place to burst out in praise of the Lord, in the bell tower. What're you doin' here anyway? Every place is adequate for worship. Ask the priest! I'm on my way to the marker, where I will worship. Then back home again to worship. Too much worshippin', not enough hours in the day. What else d'you do? Sometimes I work in the market selling necklaces while I worship.  Is there ever a minute where you're not worshippin'? Occasionally a conversation like this one draws my attention, and then I must worship even harder afterwards to remove my guilt. Well, I'd not be talkin' to you if you weren't in my way up here.  You are rather rude. Perhaps you would like to kneel here with me and worship? Nay, I've got work o' my own to do. I've got to take the bell to my master, the blacksmith. 