Sunlight filters through the stained glass, painting the floor in polite colors. The hymn board waits with the patience of bureaucracy; instead of a number for today’s hymn, the slots display a strange sequence: 81519114141.
The donation box radiates quiet hope, while the placard on the lectern offers a succinct prayer, as if the author had somewhere else to be:
Spare us locks that cannot be picked.
Spare us taverns that overcharge for bread.
Spare us enemies immune to fire.
Spare us companions who “forget” to heal on time.
And, if it please you, spare us just one more resurrection.
Amen.
The brass plate above the hymn board is unequivocal: NAME THE HYMN.
Kardan, softly and dry: “Faith is the art of choosing which questions to postpone.”
From here you can go,
- Back to the Entrance
- Clockwise to the The Paladin’s Room
- Counter-clockwise to The Wizard’s Room