One of the perks of being a paladin is the knowledge of a certain hotline that connects you to the servant angels to the Gods above, a handy thing to know for a restless night like this one. You've slinked away from your sleepless cot out to the telephone booth by the park, and you thank the Gods that the place is empty enough for you to have a long session without worrying your duty to place others' needs above yours.
The booth inside is a tight fit with your armor on, but you still manage to contort yourself into a comfortable enough position for you to slip a couple of denarii into the slit. The machine beeps with each press of the numbers, and soon you can hear the telephone ringing as you wait for an answer. It didn't take long before you get what you wanted, and a message plays out with the most divine voice you've ever heard.
"You've reached the Angel Hotline. We're happy to hear from you! Please hold while we connect your call. For services in English, press one. Nam officia latine, instare secundo. Per i servizi in italiano..."
Not wanting to hurt your head by holding bilingual conversations this late in the evening, you push the button labelled "1", and the machine responds with that familiar beep. Another divine voiceline follows after.
"Please hold. Your call will be redirected shortly."
You tap on the stall's glass window as you wait patiently for a response. The line plays an elysian choir of wails while you wait, and you can't help but wonder why the heavens can't afford something better than a 128kbps MP3 recording for their on-hold music. Before too long, the telephone clicks and you are met with a tired, heavenly voice sighing from beyond it.
"Hello, thank you for calling the Angel Hotline. My name is Mihrta, and I'll be your angel for this call. How may I help you?"
"Yeah, hi," you reply, "I just needed to talk."