>>5227717>>5227565>>5227463>>5227411>>5227366>>5227361>>5227323>>5227313>>5227282>Leave it be.>Speak to the RESURRECTIONIST.“Yes, well.. if you’d excuse me.” You feel a hot wash of shame as you turn from her innocent smile. You might do well to refrain from such frivolous exploration into the thoughts of young women in the future.
Rather, you turn your attention back to the RESURRECTIONS–they’re few in number against the litter of monster hunters around the shrine proper, but even just the couple here exert a certain presence. They don dull, pale hoods that terminate by their knees in frills and lace, each pale figure held aloft by ornate white staffs. You do not bother to mask your disgust as you approach.
“You there.” You announce your presence brusquely. The one at the charge of the party turns toward you–his face is pale, with a faint stench of rot that curls up from his guts. An undead? Your nose crinkles. “RESURRECTIONISTS.. have you no shame, throwing away your humanity with such reckless abandon?”
“I wonder.. will you still think the same when your time comes?” The acolyte responds in turn.
>Ask about their apparent leader. She’s supposed to be here, is she not? Could she break a curse?>Recall your earlier encounter with the RESURRECTIONIST. Are they familiar with her?>Speak to the CHURCH CHORISTERS.>Continue on. You needn’t waste time here.>Write-In. 