Sprawling grass is adorned with simple yet pretty flowers here. Wooden benches are organized into small rows. There's a roof covering the benches and pastors table. A white wooden fence encloses the area.
Church field, Outside Church
goblin king's bartender
spirit
I am the ancient spirit of your ancestor.  The priestess summons me.  I come to protect the kingdom and help defend.
That it is bartender.  When I was still alive I actually helped to build this church. Oh really? Wow... wait... who said that? 'Tis I, the spirit of your ancestor.  I have been summoned by the priestess to warn you of great tragedy heading your way. A tragedy? Tell me, spirit! There is an attack coming.  It shall be started by the ones you hold dearest.  Fire will consume all.  The crown will burn and you shall be left standing in a pile of ash.  Spared by those who came so you may suffer for eternity. Wow... but how do I prevent it? I believe you carry a potion on you, do you not?  Give it to me so that I may drink it and take form in this world which will let me help you.  I was a great warrior in my time and I am aided by the foresight.   This potion here? Well... I suppose it couldn't hurt. I must tell you before I drink it, as I take form I will not simply manifest.  I will take your form.  Your soul will still be inside but you will not have control over our actions.  Once we have prevented this tragedy, I shall eat this flower.  It will force me back to the spirit realm where I may rest in peace and it will bring you forth to reclaim your body.  But, should something go wrong and I die before eating the flower, you shall too. This all sounds crazy, but I will take your word for it in such a dire time. You know not what you have just done for your kingdom.  You are loyal in every way. As long as you can save us from this tragedy, then I am just doing what is right.