/walks into the church, looking around at the tall ceiling and the stained glass windows. Her island didn't have a church, and she didn't see why it needed one. This one intrigued her. She walks along the center aisle, one hand stuck in her pocket, the other trailing along pews as she passes them. When she notices the parishioner she speaks up/ Hey, you're the priest here, right? What's this place for?
/It was a quiet day in the church, as usual. Without any visitors, Perry had taken to brushing himself up on the sacred texts. He’d found a particularly intriguing passage, momentarily lost in it, when the sudden voice makes him jump./ Oh! Oh gracious, I’m terribly sorry..! /fumbles with the book, folding it closed on the pulpit/ Hello, Miss. Ah— yes, that’s right, I’m the acting priest here.
/tilts his head a bit/ What is it or..? Well, this church was built to honor the Harvest Goddess and the Harvest King. It’s a place where their followers may come to offer up praise in their names, or perhaps even seek the comfort of their wisdom. /gives her a small smile, hoping he answered her question properly/
