I've joined the group in the hope that they will help me find my half-sister, Lori, who wandered into the forest and never came back. I have offered the group my services as a Bard in exchange for their protection. As we enter the forest, we pass a cemetery that has mostly turned to rubble, and I sing a song of being laid to rest. Lori, gentle soul that she is, used to sing this song for dead creatures she would find at the edge of the forest. This connection with her brings me comfort.
At the edge of the crumbling cemetery is a well-built church that is completely intact. It is a simple country church, but it has a tall spire and an ornate metal fence surmounted by spiral curlicues. The fence has a large gap in front that allows access to the church. The heavy white doors of the church have a broken iron chain and padlock dangling from them. The chain does not look rusted; it appears rather as though someone might have broken it with an ax. I turn to the adventurer next to me and suggest that we enter.