This world was unfamilar to me, and I had been intending to sneak into a place reserved for only the most worthy. A place where you could ask a question, and get an answer beyond yourself.
A misstep occured somewhere, and I was repremanded by one of the local beings. I was outside the chamber of a church, and could see inside, just barely. His lines were something around the lines of;

You dare to step on these grounds? And you expect to be treated with respect? For shame! You come here, you pathetic thing, and ignore all of what we truly respect for your own gains! You hath not learnt our language. And yet you expect us to hand you respect that you have not shown back. You are a disgrace to everything I have seen, everything I have heard, and every thought I have had. You pathetic, selfish thing. Not knowing the language of the people, expecting to be treated with any sort of dignity…

And he walked away. I felt so insignifigant, so terribly small. His(?) face must have been obscured, for I could not make out a single detail. It was a terrifying type of holy presence he radiated.
I was afraid.