The street outside the church is empty, with not a soul in sight. The sky is gray and seems to threaten snow. The pavement is rutted and worn, littered with loose cobblestones and other signs of disuses and disrepair. The only sound is the cold wind blowing, and the awful metallic squeak as it blows the iron gate open and shut.
gate to street, Outside Church
weapons master
the priest
I am a priest in this village and I minister to the miserable souls that make up my congregation.  I don't like it when people waste my time.  I prefer to pray in my chambers so that people will leave me alone.