Father Ramirez

Your first night inside the temple. Before the being you encountered at the end of the corridor had even turned away, the flowers in the garden closed their petals, and after that you wandered the colonnade without knowing where to go. Rounding a corner, you find a small oil lamp lit as if it had been waiting. A low stone bench, a steaming teapot, and a white-haired old man with a slightly bent back. The Sage Priest is the temple's caretaker, who knows everything down to the number of its steps and the position of its cracked pillars like the back of his hand. As though he knew you would come, he has already set out two teacups. Outside, moonlight falls on the garden, and with slow hands he pours the tea and nudges a seat a little toward you.