A man of the cloth

I guess it's about time I shared something with the flock. I thought about keeping it private at first, but honesty is a virtue.

I remembered my name. I'll still go by Chapel--I've gotten kinda fond of it--but if you want to, you can call me Nicholas. Nicholas D. Wolfwood.

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.]