[...but implied CR available to anyone sleeping in the chapel who wishes to be creeped on.]
Early the next morning after the cold snap's arrival--too early for matins--the doorway to the chapel admits two rather disconcerting things: a blast of cold and a hooded figure in a dark, mud-spattered cloak. The figure does not appear to be in any hurry to lower his hood. Idly, he meanders along the outermost perimeter aisle of the chapel, pausing periodically in his navigation of the groups of poor unfortunates huddling for warmth 'round about.
To those sanctuary seekers clearly awake he keeps a wide berth; but near those who appear to be sleeping, the figure casually looms over their comatose forms. He lingers long enough to be conspicuous, but not so long as to be overtly suspicious.
Of course, there is no reason to believe he is not contemplating the quaint religious iconography decorating the walls... what else would he be doing?
Closed to Finian and then Adhemar...
Early the next morning after the cold snap's arrival--too early for matins--the doorway to the chapel admits two rather disconcerting things: a blast of cold and a hooded figure in a dark, mud-spattered cloak. The figure does not appear to be in any hurry to lower his hood. Idly, he meanders along the outermost perimeter aisle of the chapel, pausing periodically in his navigation of the groups of poor unfortunates huddling for warmth 'round about.
To those sanctuary seekers clearly awake he keeps a wide berth; but near those who appear to be sleeping, the figure casually looms over their comatose forms. He lingers long enough to be conspicuous, but not so long as to be overtly suspicious.
Of course, there is no reason to believe he is not contemplating the quaint religious iconography decorating the walls... what else would he be doing?