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Father O'Connell chuckled a little, placing his cup on a pew as he did. Honestly he half expected the minimal weight of it to break the pews leg, but it held up. "Fundraisers don't work so well when no one shows up.", his voice had a twinge of sorrow to it, but he did his best to hide it with a good sense of humor. "Well, no. That's a lie, last time I held a fundraiser someone did show up.", he eased himself into a seat just next to the three. "He tried to steal the poorbox, and got very, very angry when it was empty." The young priest motioned to the busted stained glass window. "That's how that happened."

He paused for a moment, his head bowed low in a very brief, and very silent prayer.

When he finished, he lifted his head, looking straight forward as he spoke. "From the looks of it I'd say you three have good wealth. At least for The Nillies, and since you're here in The Nillies, I think I can guess where it comes from, too." He almost sounded stern, almost, but in truth he was just stating the unvarnished way of things around here. "It is not my place to judge though, so don't worry about that. Truth be told I'm just happy to see anyone getting use out of this old place while it's still standing." He glanced over at his guests, namely Mike. The man exuded authority, and danger, but after so long in The Nillies it didn't scare Rory anymore.

"Confessional is always open, should you seek it my children, as are the doors if you ever require a safe place, and a little solitude." He chuckled again, he simply couldn't help it, because it was laugh or cry. "Or..A lot of solitude, actually. I think even the mice have abandoned me here."