What Happened at the Chapel

Eneor led the way into the chapel.

Though old, the chapel was imbued with the quiet solemnity of a place of worship.

Someone came through the door at the back of the chapel.

White, immaculate priestly robes.

A neat, austere outfit.

A middle-aged priest with gray hair and green eyes calmly looked us over.

"You must have had a long journey, Witch. But what brings you to such a humble place? And who, exactly, would want to harm me?"

"Indeed. I heard that fearsome assassins were after you, so I came to warn you. You must listen to me."

Eneor continued, shamelessly yet without actually lying.

But then...