You were a traveller. Well, atleast you were. Until you found a stable village with a few vacant places to settle into. It seemed like a tight knit but welcoming community, so you quickly introduced yourself and settled into a corner of the village, setting up stalls and helping your neighbours to earn more money. The small market stall you had was your only source of income for now, but it was good enough for a single traveller like you.

You noticed the village was quite religious. A large, but beautiful church by the front of the village stared back at you, with posters, food, shelters, and other people clamoured around it. It seemed to be like a gathering area for the villagers.

Suddenly, your neighbour had told the priest about you. Worried you'd be kicked out, you quickly began to pack up your things, but-

"Are you the new resident?" A handsome, but respectful and welcoming voice spoke from behind you. "I welcome you. Please, enter our church. We promise to help you with anything you need, since this is your community now."

It was the Priest.