Though most of the vicarage is dark, its residents both temporary and permanent bedded down for the night, there is--perhaps absurdly--a single candle lantern burning outside the sanctuary door, defying Night and wind alike.

Similarly defiant is the person of the interim vicar, bundled to his blindfold and making his careful way to the chapel with firewood under one arm. Some helpful soul had strung guide cords between the buildings and while he doesn't strictly need them to find his way around, the footing's precarious in places and he's been saved from breaking his neck a time or two by having a rope to clutch at.

Pure happy coincidence, really, that he's just barely in earshot of Tuo's exclamation. ...And that the really stupid (but warm!) hat he's wearing muffles it almost to inaudibility. "Someone there?" Ver calls out, freeing a hand to push the hat off his ears. ...oh, gods, that was a mistake.