The church was probably the best place for Ezekiel to be discreet. None of Odin's followers ever entered the building. Why? The Elf had no idea but as long as he could have pure privacy here then he was at ease. It may have had something to do with Odin's followers trying to hide from Ezekiel. He already knew they were following him every time he left the pub- or so he assumed, he just never made it obvious that he knew. It was better to be seen as completely oblivious to what was happening. His enemies could underestimate him that way. After weeks of being imprisoned and abused, he assumed that there was a little bit of trust. The Lich had placed strong magic upon him that wouldn't let him leave the city. Ezekiel's own magic wasn't strong enough to break the curse but at this point, he didn't have plans of running away. Odin and his followers were up to something, he had to find out what that was.
While everyone thought Ezekiel was complacent, he really had been making moves behind the scenes. The Desiertan had specifically heard of the forests of Fiore being under the rule of a specific guild. After days of figuring some things out, he found a way to contact the guild master. All it took was a nice amount of jewels for him to send someone to them. The idea was to make sure that Worth Woodsea was prioritized and protected. He feared that under anybody else that Worth Woodsea was endangered. So, he asked for a meeting with this guild master. At first, he thought about pushing the guild out of worth woodsea but after hearing rumors of how much this guild had actually conquered and what their guild master was capable of, politics proved to be a better solution. Perhaps he would have to join this mysterious guild to achieve what he wanted, who knew?