TRUE PURPOSE!

He indeed looked to be a strong man, capable of moving heavy pieces of wood around. She followed, watching him pushing aside more stone and wood, and she walked further into the hall to push aside the stone.

She frowned, something pushing at the back of her mind.

“…It feels quite familiar, doesn’t it? Building this place?”

he rolled his shoulders when they stepped into the ruined building, bending to heft up one of the stones from the floor. it looked like time had ransacked it, bled it clean of the light within and scrubbed every ounce of holiness from the walls.

he turned the stone in his hand before he gestured for Junia to follow.

She smiles politely at the strange man--but she could not be picky, when there was work. "Indeed, there is a flagellation room, I've been told."

“ I would be surprised if there wasn’t! every proper temple should have a penance hall. ”

he claps his hands a bit before he steps up the broken stone stairs and shoulders a piece of wood leaned into the doorway. there’s a strain in broad shoulders before the plank is shoved aside. . .and what remains of the door falls down the stairs.

he has only just set foot in this corrupted, rancid place, the windows boarded up and the people downtrodden. the Abbey itself is a shell of a place, wood nailed across the windows and the door half-hanging off.

he’s staring up at it when Junia speaks to him, when he tilts his head back to her and arches a brow at the sight of her clothing. a vestal, a woman of the cloth, someone who held the old ways of the Light.