Visit the Priest-In-Rags and his shabby Rooftop Apartment

{if A Heretic = 1} His address has not changed in all these years, the same grimy apartment in the same grimy annex overlooking Cross Hill. {elseif An Occultist = 1} His place is easy enough to find; a grimy apartment in a grimy annex overlooking Cross Hill. {endif}There is a bed with unwashed sheets, an overstuffed shelf and the door leading to the dismal washroom-cum-kitchen. Books and documents pile on the floor, the stacks following no discernible order.

You did not expect another guest. The Harried Housewife would not stand out from any crowd, but she does stand out here. She wears a sensible dress, made elegant by his shabby dwelling. Her shoes are scuffed and her scarf is hand-knitted, but her wedding band is woven from Feysilvered gold and studded with precious gems.

Mundane stress and worldly boredom have aged her beyond her years, but her smile is bright when she sees you. ”First Officer! It is an honour to finally meet you! I have followed the way and I have started to live by your teachings, but I,” she looks over at the Priest-In-Rags who nods his encouragement. ”But I had questions.” She lowers her head. ”I am not a doubter and I am ready – ready for – for communion.” Shivers run along her body and her head is a deep crimson. ”But I had questions.”

”We are not doubters,” the Priest-In-Rags agrees. ”Teach us.”