Father entered the church through the main gate, surrounded by a dozen of his bodyguards as people in their seats folded their hands as a gesture of respect. 6 feet tall, and heavy in his build, Father Podrick was no more than 35 and had a kingly aura surrounding him. Slowly, the entire church was crowded and yet, there was pin-drop silence. The Father slowly walked up to the podium, where a mic and stereo were set up for him. “Brothers, and sisters,” his voice echoed through the church, the monastery, and the town. “As you all know that this is my last gathering in this beautiful place that I call home. I have been raised amidst all of your kind souls and now, the time has come for me to depart. I received a letter from the Vatican and it seems that my services are needed there. So, I want to formally take your leave and blessings before I go.”