Bishop Moxon himself sat in the farthest pew from the front of the church. He had spent the day flipping through prayer books and removing all obscene and unholy markings from them. It hadn't been an easy task and he told himself he'd have to keep on top of the task better in the future. Looking behind him, as he heard a new set of footsteps enter the church, Blake smiled. Standing, he placed the vitiated prayer book under his arm and walked towards the man.
“Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to my humble Church. May I be of assistance?”
The man looked a little familiar, but in all truth the good Father saw so many faces he sometimes couldn't give them their proper name.