Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-3293219-20140211225011

"They're with the chapel... they get their money from the poor and dispossessed, who believe that they're being blessed in return for parting with it." Kaizen muttered.

He stopped as his disdain for the chapel had taken over and he needed to focus.

The Black Argonian saw that the place looked... dead.

The flowers, in the garden, had died long ago and rotted away over the last two hundred years. There was no sign of life or upkeep here, just the memories of past glory and self righteousness.

