preach | open starter
for: everyone @vievecorcitystarters location: near the brothel
The recent spate of murders in town were concerning. But Matthew was not particularly afraid of being killed, not when he had other more pressing things to worry about like saving the souls of the townspeople.
He was seated under a barren tree within sight of the town's brothel that afternoon, a wide brimmed hat on his head to block the harsh rays of sun from the delicate skin of his face as another chair was placed across from him. One of Matthew's many vices was vanity and he could still keep himself looking good even if he wore the same set holy vestments each day.
"Would you like to take a seat? It's a hot day today. A few minutes rest will do no harm," the town's preacher said and offered a mug of water up to the person walking by.



















