The priest's chambers is archaic and mysterious. Religious idols and symbols line the walls of the chambers. White cloth and drapes hang from the ceilings.
Priest's chambers, Inside Temple
person
peasant
I am a lowly peasant in the village. I live in poverty and I work like a slave for the king. I spend many of my days toiling in the royal mines. I long for a better life.
hello there It/s good to see you.  How are you?  What brings you here? I came to pray and ask the gods for improvements in my life.  As did I.  We are unholy.  We must repent.  Here, take this cloth and draw blood unto it.  Place it upon the idol and read the words written on the wall. What are the words on the wall? I am but a simple mine worker, sadly I have never learned to read.  I understand.  The words on the wall can only be seen by someone who is worthy.  In order to gain worthiness, you must make me laugh.  Tell me something humorous.  A story from the mine. While the work is hard and the hours long, we do manage to try and bring some light to our days by playing pranks on one another. A few weeks ago, myself and 3 other guys began mooing when the foreman had his back turned. He kept trying to figure out where the sound was coming from, he eventually learned it was us and we all had a laugh. Yesterday, my friend Brian brought an actual cow a little way into the mine. It was mooing behind the boss, he told us to knock it off and then saw all of us standing there laughing. He got the shock of his life when he turned to see an actual cow! Although this is amusing I am afraid our time for fun is over.  I may have been stretching the truth earlier when I spoke about the words on the wall.  Honestly it has been so long since I have laughed that I felt the need to lie in order to remember what it was like, and I thank you.  The Cleric should be arriving soon.  Together we must convince him to save us.  I can't go back, and I have a feeling your days in the mine are behind you as well. It seems the pranks continue though. I hope the priest can help us, I want a better life than working in the mine can give me.  As do I.  This place seems familiar to me even though I have never been here.  There is a strange breeze coming from the direction of those large white clothes hanging from the ceiling across the room.  Are those footsteps I hear or do my ears deceive me?  Perhaps the Cleric has arrived. I think I hear him too. It has been nice to pass the time waiting with you.  Indeed it has.  The Cleric is here.  Let us kneel and pray and repent.  It is time.  With his blessing our lives will change forever.