We[1] arrive at the woods where there's already a group of cloaked people mingling amongst themselves.
The location is an open grass plain; in the center is a large wooden church, surrounding it is a bunch of log cabins.
"People actually pay to do this?" I question.
"When faced with death, hope is all we can cling to, this is the hope some cling to."
"That was surprisingly conscientious for a terrible person."
"Wha- I'm not a terrible person, I'm an opportunist."
"hmmm..."
On the other side of the field, a man is preaching to a horde of people surrounding him. His words are empty promises that their so called god would never actually say.
A large balding man comes walking over in a white robe; his beer belly creates an overhang.
"Asher, I'm so glad you were able to make it. It seems you also brought a candidate along with you." He gives a pudgy chuckle.
"How far along are you?" I ask.
Asher's eyes widen as she discreetly kicks me.
