RP - A Visit From Breacan

The church was quiet, the last of his most recent visitors having just left the chapel. Darius moved slowly around the room, checking to make sure that everything was in order for when the next visitor happened by. Some might think it was an obsessive habit of his to do so, but in reality it was just part of the rituals that he followed that helped him to keep his 'calm facade', as some people liked to call it.

He had just knelt down to pick up a small piece of paper that had probably fallen from the pocket of one of the people who had come in to pray that morning, when he heard the sound of the front doors opening. He glanced up, and then rose to his feet to greet his newest visitor.