A cold wind blows through the small decrepit graveyard in front of the church. Shutters and other loose neglected ad to the mood of death and decay.
Outside Church, Outside Church
shop keeper
bedbug
I am a bug that lives in the bed of a small inn.  I suck blood from people when they sleep.  I was brought to tavern by a peasant coming to seek a better life in the city.
_partner_say Oh! There's a bedbug. Hello little guy. It sure is cold out here isn't it? Oh! There's a bedbug. Hello little guy. It sure is cold out here isn't it? _partner_say Oh thank you little guy even though this is a weed it's beautiful. All things in nature are, including you. Oh thank you little guy even though this is a weed it's beautiful. All things in nature are, including you. _partner_say Can you talk little bedbug? Maybe you can read? Can you talk little bedbug? Maybe you can read? Hunger Oh let's see if I have some food for you little guy. *Digs into purse to find a slice of bread*. Here you go little bedbug, hopefully this will curve your hunger. bread? Yes, can you eat bread? I know it's not much but it's all I have on me. That and my prayer book. Do you eat paper? BLOOD Hey that hurts! Stop it!