page_0: "Tis so infuriating! I can scarce believe the gall of that woman! She hath made it no secret that she believeth me a religious fanatic. Verily, she didst call me a 'close-minded zealot' once, and hast had the temerity to imply that The Builder was not the God of all men. What prompted her to open a fortune teller's shop next to our little chapel?

Those infernal lights in the belfry are back once more. Though they seemeth to cause no harm, they are pernicious and do unnerve me most profoundly. Could they be related to the goings on at the hotel? 

I do fear they've frightened away my new novice, for he refuseth to sleep another night in the tower. He is a strange lad who doth wear his pride like a mantle, and is ill equipped to follow the path of The Builder. In evidence thereof, he hath taken a room at the tavern, that den of thieves and wanton revelry! I am convinced the innkeeper purveyeth more than spirits. "
