twenty-one

[sixthsinner]

Good morning, boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen. You know, there's a lot of industriousness in this sphere we call home. It does this humble priest good to walk around the bazaar and see so many people hard at work. God helps those who help themselves, though

Comments

[bloody_pens]

Free blessings for a drink, eh? Quite a cozy arrangement.

[sixthsinner]

It's a valuable proposition, my friend. Not just anyone is qualified to perform a bonafide blessing.

[bloody_pens]

Sounds like we're fortunate to have you here, then.

[sixthsinner]

Are you a man of faith, Derrick?

[hanakioku]

Blessing?

[sixthsinner]

Conveying the divine will of the Lord upon you and yours! Or something like that. I'm pretty flexible as these things go.

[hanakioku]

Who?

[sixthsinner]

[Pentaps]

You think much about theology, kid?

[ghost_of_00]

Confessions?

00

[sixthsinner]

Listening to people's sins. Strictly between them, me, and the big guy.

[ghost_of_00]

Do you think anyone will come?

[sixthsinner]

Up to them. I'll be there regardless, night after night. Patience is a virtue.

...assuming she sees him at the bar enough to know his face and name

[weaver_girl]

Should I just steer people away from your usual table, then?

Lord, yes

[sixthsinner]

Hey now, little lady! How can I make a living if you're herding the flock away?

[weaver_girl]

I meant rather than I should reserve it for you, Mr. Chapel.

[sixthsinner]

Aren't you sweet. I tell you what-first confession's free for you.

[buchananneket]

Do you really think there's just another tree once you get outside the sphere?

[sixthsinner]

It's a metaphor, my friend. But who knows? Stranger things have happened.