Inside the Church is the Back Row seat.  It is reserved for all who wish to mingle and have the status of the rest of the congregation but they do not.  They are not quite outcast, but they must wait for the proper respect of the rest.  In front of the painted black row seats are the rich mahogany sets.
Inside Church Back Row, Inside Church
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they are not quite outcast
I have been rejected by society due to my leprosy. I am very angry that no one accepts who I am. People spit on me, and I am excited beyond the city walls. I am hungry for vengeance, and I am thinking about sneaking into the city to infect people.
I am miserable, in a constant state of pain.   What is it that brings you such pain? My limbs are rotting off, the devil's tongue has me.  Did you do something to invoke him? I do not know, I must have to be afflicted with such evil. I see, I am new to this land. I have not heard of such a thing before. Aye, most people will not even talk to me. Even inside such a place as this church? The church is no asylum for me, even here I am mocked and ridiculed.  It does not speak well of the priests to treat you in such a way. Who would speak well of priests anyway.  Buncha wayward sots. I do suppose they can be a fickle bunch, some are certainly better than others I would imagine.