Have you tried the undead turkey? Goes great with a side of Hargood and the End.
"You're not coming with us, are you?" asked Ares pointedly of the priest.
They'd made their way back out to the sanctuary after the meal to check the front door for newcomers. Heathcliff glimpsed out the window every few seconds, but he had that skill of a preacher to multitask and yet still genuinely listen. He picked up on Ares' frustration and concern.
"I can't risk these peoples lives by taking them out there," he explained apologetically. "And I won't abandon them here. They are my charge, and they need me now more than ever."
"I'm no expert," Oscar commented, "but this place does seem pretty fortified. They'll be okay here, Ares. Maybe we should just move on."
Ares shook his head regretfully.
"Allow me to bless your journey," offered Heathcliff, and he prayed over his two friends, a hand on each. "The Lord bless you and keep you, make his face shine upon you, and give you his peace."
The last bit, about peace, came with an ironic hesitation. And with that, it was time for them to go. The church doors opened, and in a heartbeat, they knew peace would be hard to come by today.
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