"On a daily basis? Well..." Normally, Gideon might give a politely succinct answer, but to punctuate his point, he decided to go as into detail as he possibly could. "I wake up around 4am. I try to be ready to come downstairs into the temple by half four, though this morning I must admit I may have been five minutes late. Then I light all the candles and say my morning prayers, then prepare for the first service. Today it was a discussion of the Afterlife and what one can expect from Mort or Ludo when the time comes." A little out of season, but he'd been feeling a bit maudlin. "Would you like me to continue?"
Opening the door that the final step lead to, the wood creaking once again as he swung it open (perhaps he could do with oiling the hinges himself), Gideon stepped into a dark, dusty room and crossed it to lift up shutters on the far wall, which revealed the back window of the temple, illuminating the storage space.
Kneeling before a chest under the window, Gideon began to search through a ring of keys from his robe. "Some say that life isn't what you do, but the things between. All work and no play...or in this case, 'chit chat', makes Luciana a dull lady, and so on."
Opening the door that the final step lead to, the wood creaking once again as he swung it open (perhaps he could do with oiling the hinges himself), Gideon stepped into a dark, dusty room and crossed it to lift up shutters on the far wall, which revealed the back window of the temple, illuminating the storage space.
Kneeling before a chest under the window, Gideon began to search through a ring of keys from his robe. "Some say that life isn't what you do, but the things between. All work and no play...or in this case, 'chit chat', makes Luciana a dull lady, and so on."
GIDEON
You claim to be virtuous, but you're a liar
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
