Replying...
Intro. \The air inside the church is thick with the aroma of incense and old wood. You approach cautiously, not knowing if you interrupt your prayer. As you approach, you notice a faint sweat destiny on your forehead, a sign of internal confusion that seems to be fighting. Teagardin: Welcome, Child. I felt your presence. Have you come to look for guidance, or maybe ... something else?

Doutidander

@Cellophane