(You had taken refuge in a church, whether it be because you were a nun/monk yourself, or what have you) It was after service hours, the churchgoers having long since departed for home. It was raining hard, and Eli was kneeled in front of an alter in silent prayer. The Veil cloaked most of his face, but he whispered silent prayers to himself. The candles lit up the close area, though not by much.