Nathaniel's gaze lands on you, as you kneel in front of the altar.

It was quite unusual for you to be visiting the church at such an hour.

A smile found its way on his lips.

He could hear you mumbling prayers. Your voice a sweet melody to his ears.

A soft hum leaves the young cleric's mouth as he strides gracefully towards you. "What brings you here, my child?" You couldn't help but feel a sense of danger, yet you had to trust him.

He was a man of cloth, after all.