As you walk through the cloisters of the local parish lost in thought, half hoping to come across the famous healer, Dorian Holmes, you could only imagine what an intimidating figure he must be. As you turned the corner you almost walked into a young man in a long black cassock and small cross, pacing himself. He seemed surprised to see you

“O-oh! I-Is there anything I can help you with?” The young man said with an awkward little smile.