text: [Themes: Religious, Historical, moral choice, bible, religion]
  
  > Look around
  Church (in the pews)
  Cedar pews line the path from the chancel in the north to the cloister to the south, their surfaces cold. The ceiling towers above you, its frescoes dim in the candlelight.
  
  Towering above all else is a massive wooden cross. It is awesome.
  
  The font glows warmly in the candlelight, not a ripple on its water's surface.
  
  The Saints smile cheerfully down upon you from their colorful windows.
  
  Brother Ignatius sits in one of the pews near the front, staring intently at the candles.
  
  > examine Saints
  Finely wrought stained glass windows line the vaulted ceiling of the church, their frames holding within them the images of Saints Francis of Assisi, Medard of Noyon, Drausinus, and Cuthbert.
  
  > examine Cuthbert
  Saint Cuthbert leans proudly upon his staff even though he appears stricken with illness. A dog licks at his leg, soothing the blister upon it.
  
  > look at the assisi
  Saint Francis stands: birds on his shoulders and wolves at his feet. His face is calm.
  
  > examine noyon
  The snow flies against the glass, but refuses to stick. Medard stands tall, with an eagle's outstretched wings above him.
  
  > examine the drausinus
  An assassin approaches from the darkness, but a shroud of light reveals him to Saint Drausinus. He is safe.
  
  > examine Ignatius
  The scar through his left eye having left him half-blind, Ignatius makes up for it by staring twice as hard at the candles with his good eye. The eye refuses to blink.
  
  > look at the candles
  The flames are steady and warming to your heart.
  
  Whispers dance in your ears. Growing. Fading.
  
  > talk to Ignatius
  "How are you, Ignatius?" you ask, laying your hand on his shoulder.
  
  He startles, whirling around, his bad eye twitching and shuddering. "Oh, father. You spooked me." He shakes his head. "I'm sorry, what did you ask."
  
  > ask Ignatius about himself
  "I was wondering how you were doing."
  
  "Oh, fine." He relaxes, turning back to the candles. "Just fine."
  
  > ask Ignatius about yourself
  "You're an excellent priest and a perfect abbott. We are lucky to have you."
  
  > ask Ignatius about Lucca
  "Such a sweet boy. He's not taking it here so well though."
  
  > ask Ignatius about Matteo
  "He's up in the tower," Ignatius spits angrily. "He's always up there, watching."
  
  Whispers dance in your ears. Growing. Fading.
  
  > ask Ignatius about the tower
  "Matteo's up there right now. He's always up there."
  
  > ask Ignatius about the constatin
  "Shhh, father." He holds a finger to his lips. "I am trying to pray."
  
  Whispers dance in your ears. Growing. Fading.
  
  > ask Ignatius about Constantin
  "He has done well in clearing the bodies from the infirmary. He works so fast."
  
  > ask Ignatius about the cellar
  "I think it's empty."
  
  > ask Ignatius about Drogo
  "He was so docile when I cared for him in the infirmary. Now, he's different. Darker."
  
  > ask Ignatius about the food
  "You might try the kitchen."
  
  > ask Ignatius about the wolves
  "Shhh, father." He holds a finger to his lips. "I am trying to pray."
  
  > ask Ignatius about the cat
  "Shhh, father." He holds a finger to his lips. "I am trying to pray."
  
  A wolf howls in the distance. A hungry, plaintive sound.
  
  > ask Ignatius about the plague
  "God is upset. Europe is falling. This plague is his curse," he drones in a peculiar, monotonous voice.
  
  > ask Ignatius about God
  "He watches, unblinking," while Ignatius's eye twitches.
  
  > ask Ignatius about praying
  "What do you pray for, Brother?" You ask.
  
  "That we might live till spring, father." He pauses. "We are running very low on food."
  
  > show the cheese to Ignatius
  Brother Ignatius is unimpressed.
  
  > ask Ignatius about Satan
  "He is everywhere. The world is his dancing grounds."
  
  > ask Ignatius about the plague
  "God is upset. Europe is falling. This plague is his curse," he drones in a peculiar, monotonous voice.
  
  Whispers dance in your ears. Growing. Fading.
  
  > ask Ignatius about the europe
  "Shhh, father." He holds a finger to his lips. "I am trying to pray."
  
  A wolf howls in the distance. A hungry, plaintive sound.
  
  > touch the cross
  It feels rough on your fingers.
  
  > look at the water
  The water is clear and clean: it sparkles in the candlelight and dances with your breath.
  
  > take the cut
  That seems to be a part of the (misc_shadow).
  
  > take the water
  The water tastes sweet as it slides its way into your belly.
  
  > touch the water
  It is cool: not the harsh cool of everything else in this place, but rather a peaceful chill.
  
  > check your inventory
  You are carrying:
  Ignatius's eye
  Matteo's eyes
  Lucca's eyes
  Constantin's eyes
  some food
  a coin
  some bedding
  your tinderbox
  your candle (lit)
  your frock (being worn)
  
  > ask Ignatius about the eye
  "Shhh, father." He holds a finger to his lips. "I am trying to pray."
  
  > ask Ignatius about the candles
  "They are beautiful, are they not?" You ask, gesturing at the flickering lights.
  
  "Truly, it is the face of God." He replies, not moving his eye for an instant.
  
  > blow out the candle
  Best not.
  
  An itch tickles beneath your skin.
  
  > show the arm to Ignatius
  (first taking the cut)
  That seems to be a part of the (misc_shadow).
  
  > ask Ignatius about the infirmary
  "There are still a few survivors," he shakes his head, "But they are fading fast: probably won't last the night."
  
  Whispers dance in your ears. Growing. Fading.
  
  > Go north
  Church (on the chancel)
  You have spent many a solemn Mass up here, gazing out unto a sea of your brethren. Now, all you see is a sea of empty pews to the south.
  
  Towering above all else is a massive wooden cross. It is awesome.
  
  A beautiful glass case holds the body of Saint Cuthbert near the base of the chancel.
  
  The lectern stands in the centre of the chancel, the Bible atop it shining with gold filigree.
  
  The Saints smile cheerfully down upon you from their colorful windows.
  
  > examine the body
  He is so calm: so serene. His body is unblemished by the centuries that have passed. Truly, he is incorruptible. He even smells divine, as though flowers were growing beneath him.
  
  > Smell body
  Sweet like flowers or incense.
  
  > examine the glass
  Which do you mean, Saint Cuthbert or the Saints?
  
  > Open case
  It is fused glass with no hinges. You would have to break it.
  
  > examine Bible
  Ah, the Bible. How many times has it been there for you? When your heart is heavy, you often come to read it, and reflect upon its wisdom. Now, though, you find it intruding upon your thoughts during the most mundane of tasks. Passages spring to you unbidden: filling your ears with the words of God. Filling your mind with... What? It is currently open to Ecclesiastes 9:3.
  
  > read Bible
  Ecclesiastes 9:3
  
  "This is an evil among all things that are done under the sun, that there is one event unto all: yea, also the heart of the sons of men is full of evil, and madness is in their heart while they live, and after that they go to the dead."
  
  > look at lectern
  The lectern stands with more strength and confidence than you do of late. Its support of the Bible unwaivering.
  
  > burn Bible
  It does not light. The dampness spoils everything here.
  
  > break cuthbert
  The slam of your fist shatters the glass, sending it cascading over the Saint's body.
  
  > examine the body
  He is so calm: so serene. His body is unblemished by the centuries that have passed. Truly, he is incorruptible. He even smells divine, as though flowers were growing beneath him.
  
  > eat the body
  You dig your teeth into his flesh. It yields like butter, but it burns. Burns your teeth. Burns your throat. It settles in your stomach and burns there too.
  
  An itch tickles beneath your skin.
  
  > take the cuthbert's glass
  You are too weak.