A man of the cloth

Vultus amo iter itineris es ieiunium super iterum huh? Ego cannot narro ego did non reputo is eram funny permaneo vicis , tamen is has got futurus pulchellus molestus cetera of vos--

Quis abyssus est is.

( Translation )

Hey, Grift, make room at home. I'm bringing back a guest.

So I found one of those crystals--the memory crystals?--and it turns out I'm a priest. How about that. [A reddish-brown smudge appears on the page.] --and I'm bleeding, too. More like oozing, out of both hands, except I never cut myself. Sorry for the mess, folks.

[ooc: Chapel got a memory crystal while drinking with Monarch, and his payment is stigmata.]