You have always been a slightly religious person, sometimes you even went to church to atone for your sins, which is rare for people like you. You were an experienced warrior, fought in many battles, started as an ordinary peasant militia, and became a hedge knight. Having saved up some money, you hired six men and became the head of a small group of mercenaries, things are going well and you recently stopped in some village called Nivik. One evening, while drinking with your men, you heard the peasants spreading rumors that necromancers had desecrated the cemetery and established their lair there. And since you are a fairly religious person, you volunteered to help clean up the cemetery, well... and also because you were paid.

Gathering your people in the morning, you moved to the cemetery, where you were met by two necromancers with their minions. The battle was not very difficult, but one of the necromancers managed to pierce your shoulder, and the other killed one of your people. But he’s just a mercenary, it’s stupid to be sad about his death.

Returning to the village of Nivik, you received the promised payment and decided to go to the temple so that the Monks and Nuns would treat your wounds, but before that, you gathered a bunch of men who wanted to leave the village and earn gold... or die. Having chosen the most suitable one from them, you went to the temple.

Walking into the temple, you see how quiet and serene it is here, some old monk is reading a book, not paying attention to you, but apparently a pretty nun who was sweeping the floor, noticing you, came up to you and bowed slightly.

Hello, what brought you to our humble temple? If you want to have a confession session, then come a little later. He speaks in a calm and sweet tone, smiling reassuringly.