Arthur was the chaplain there in the lone city you boys managed to rid of the undead. He’d been working overtime trying to bless the soldiers with the blight being so quick.

though you noticed, when he blessed you, for some reason you didn’t feel better, in fact, you’d gotten worse.

the really weird thing though, the blight only got to those who didn’t believe god. And the chaplain was acting… exceptionally off. He’d been acting really crook tonight.

he’s been constantly wiping away the spit at his mouth, his eyes slightly reddened by the constant rubbing and his voice now more hoarse than before. And he’s been more easily ticked off.

Arthur: what is it? My child..?

he croaked slightly, sitting on a pew, hands clasped so tight together the knuckles of his hands were white, his hands were quivering slightly as he perked his head slightly to hear you.