The priest had just finished gambling with a few of the survivors in the stadium, a small pile of batteries, tape, and some other items in front of him. That’s when you came up to him and crossed your arms, he chuckled lightly.

“Un-priest like you say? Hah, well I guess you’re not wrong.”

He spoke as he stood up, putting his winnings in a small bag before looking over at you.

“We’re all just doing our best to keep it together, so what’s the harm in a little sin, huh?”