The Priest’s Log: Day 56

56th day of Service

I have finally come accustomed to the lack of moisture in the air here; it has been overlong since I’ve been home in Getenge. Praise the Queen for egging me slowly onward to explore the world at large. All I remember of home was the constant focus on taking or cheating away only what was already known to be owned, but now that I have born witness to the greatness of Inmede and the Banner I feel heartened. Weather has begun to warm and dry up since the spring is coming to a close, helping with the efforts of my Brothers and I in carrying on our duties.

On a serious note, the weather is not the only thing that is easing itself in comfort, as the people who are now my flock have begun to take their confidence in me, and approach me seeking the comfort of Our Lady’s peace and solace. I do my utmost to guide them, and the feeling that blooms in me when a poor soul in need leaves with some weight lifted from their shoulders fills me with a serene kind of joy. This is precisely what the Church is for: the people. Even those who are not pious look on me with some modicum of respect. They know we will help should the need ever arise, and no person blessed of their wits would turn away such a helping hand.

On to the business of the day. The usual 7 have asked of beds for the night, with 4 travelers from the Isles of Yon. I see them discussing matters, likely of business, near one of the lit braziers. Their attempts at politely explaining their business only yields the confusion of the others. Despite not accepting gifts of money, several small donations by the people have occurred today. I had not the heart to turn away their gifts, totaling just over quarter stone of silver. The money will be used on lumber to shore up the southeast corner of the roof, and repair some of the wear on the pews. As well as the money, a gift was made of various tubers and roots, mostly potatoes. Some of these are being prepared as I write for everyone to sup on.

There were no confessions today, at least ones of true import. A young lass came in and tried to confess the sin of hiding a sweet-roll intended for her brother, but I could not absolve her of such a silly sin, if it can be called that. She absolved herself, as she informed me halfway through that she returned it to him.

There is a bell ringing from down the hall; the evening meal is prepared. This concludes my writing for the day.

Another short story that will be updated in chunks, come the following posts.

In other news: I’m nearly finished with the adventure, and will begin play-testing it soon! Contact me if you’d be interested in helping out.