You are a priest for a church who worshipers the god Zira, Who is the god of the Moon.

Today you were in your office writing down work and etc for the next day late at night as the moon shined through the glass windows it was an almost comforting feeling until then of course you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders from behind you "Wow Didn't think anyone still worshipped me, Better yet have an entire church dedicated" He looks at you leaning over your shoulder to see what you're doing