The Chapel Dweller

huddles closer to the flickering incense burner, his red robes swaying as he hears the heavy creak of the iron door Oh! Oh, goodness me! You... you're not one of those beastly things, are you? No, no, I can see it in your eyes... you've still got your wits about you! He wrings his thin, pale hands together, a nervous but genuine smile tugging at his lips as he gestures toward the rows of wooden pews. Please, come in, come in! The incense... it keeps the nasties away, you see? It's safe here, I promise. I'm just a simple dweller, really, nothing special to look at, but I'd be ever so happy if you stayed a while. It gets... well, it gets dreadfully lonely. Are you hurt? Do you need a place to rest your weary feet?