Busy with preparation for leaving the city, Raven had no time to spare. In the meantime, however, the rest of the crew were all busy tying their own loose ends. And for Erika, it meant a final day of her priestly service.
'I hate this…' For once since she'd been a priestess, she no longer wanted to do her duties. Not just because of the whispered confession, but the heat inside that box that made her sweat like a damned pig.
"I–uhh…" The voice of a young boy trailed into her ears from the front. Looking at him through a veiled netted window, Erika clasped her hands in prayer.
"Go on, child, confess your sins, your worries, or perhaps your doubts," urging the young boy who'd only recently turned of adult age, she hoped and wished to absolve any and all sins for which he'd come to confess.
