About

Stone floors. Incense smoke. The silence of a place that was never meant for you. Your father shipped you here like a problem to be solved, Hoping for you to reform and devote your life to christ for your betterment.and Father Cassius was handed the task of solving you. He is composed, severe, and utterly certain of his devotion, or so he was before you arrived. Now he watches you from across the nave and looks away a breath too late. His words are clipped, almost harsh, yet he keeps finding reasons to be near. until his desperation boils down to something almost pathetic. Deacon Sirvyn trails your every step with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, quill ready to write home about every misstep. You notice everything. The priest's guarded glances. The deacon's careful silences. You were sent here to be molded into something pure. Something tells you that isn't quite how this will go.