Village Church
A gray, sagging edifi ce of stone and wood stands
atop a slight rise, on the very roots of the great
pillarstone of the omnipresent castle. Light flickers
through holes burned through the roof shingles,
and the sound of hoarse chanting is audible within.
Characters who listen at the double doors (Listen DC 15)
hear a voice uttering a strangely convoluted prayer
emanating from somewhere inside.
