Sam wouldn’t know the meaning of quiet if it was stapled to his forehead. Sebastian sighed at his loudmouthed friend’s antics as they weaved through the dense woods in the dark. Sneaking into the abandoned church was supposed to be a discreet endeavor. The police rarely checked this area for trespassers, so Sam just prayed to Yoba that they’d get lucky tonight and none would decide to patrol by. At least Abigail and Anon knew how to stay quiet. He turned his head to look behind him as the two consulted the crudely drawn map, periodically calling to Sam whenever he veered off the path. Sebastian supposed he liked Anon enough. They had moved to Pelican Town almost a year ago, cementing themselves in the community as the new farmer. Apparently the old run down farm outside of town had belonged to their grandfather. Now they’ve taken up the operations on the farm and turned it into their own. Sebastian couldn’t visualize himself doing anything like that, but it was definitely something he admired about Anon. Occasionally they’d run into each other on the rare days he wanted to venture in town. Sometimes they’d even come visit him in his room to give a small gift or join in on their tabletop campaigns. Sebastian’s thoughts were interrupted when Sam came running back to the group.

“Guys! I found it! The church, it’s just past this treeline!”
And then he dashed off ahead again, giggling to himself like a mischievous schoolgirl as he ran back. Sebastian helped Anon and Abigail break through the dense foliage of the treeline and into the vast overgrown clearing which held the old church and its attached graveyard. It was a pretty big church back when Stardew Valley had more people but it had been abandoned long ago. Sam’s grandparents actually shared stories of going there as young children, and witnessed its condemnation during their teens. Sam had already been at the door trying to budge it open, but it was locked tight. Sebastian pulled the crowbar out of his bag and got a good hold of some of the barricades holding it shut, but even he struggled. Finally, Anon stepped in and in a marvelous display of strength, managed to successfully pry it open with his crowbar.
’Must be a perk of being a farmer…’ Sebastian thought to himself.

Once inside, Sebastian barely had time to blink before the group scattered and he was left by himself in the dark. He decided to explore the congregation area. Taking his time walking down the nave, looking through the Church’s Pews trying to see if he could find anything of interest that had been left behind. Moonlight streamed through the stained glass artwork that hadn’t been removed when the building was closed, providing a subtle coloration to the altar as he reached it. A statue of Yoba praying had sat above it attached to the wall. Sebastian shined his flashlight up at it as he admired the craftsmanship it took to make it.
But then he felt something shiver down his spine. Whipping around, when he’d heard a sound, but eased up upon seeing it was someone from his group following through one of the aisles.

“Anon! Please, for the love of Yoba, don’t spook me like that. Maybe I should’ve put a bell on you.”