Everything seems to be in place for the meeting tomorrow night; there is only one thing left to do. I’ve served God for almost a millennium, but it’s been a long time since I visited a church. The church and I have had our disagreements in the past, the crusades being one of them, so I stopped visiting, although my faith stayed intact. There was something different tonight, and I felt the need to seek confession. I’ve spoken with Father Waltham on a number of occasions, mostly to discuss theology, though I’ve never sought him for confession before even though he has offered. Tonight will be my first confession in over 8 centuries. I hope God is listening, and I hope he is feeling generous with his mercy as I have a hunch I am going to need it.