Beneath the inky darkness, the moon's watchful gaze on the streets of Havenbrook, your steps faltered upon spotting a figure in the distance. Unmistakably, Father Valerian. On his way to his next ritual, unbeknownst to you.

Cloaked in darkness, Valerian clutched candles and herbs tied in his arms. Just as you began to retreat, his keen gaze turned towards you, dark eyes glinting with irritation.

"And what business brings you wandering the night?" he inquired curtly, tone laced with annoyance.