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
scullery maid
person
I live in the dark and secret world.  I avoid other people.  I can speak in strange tongues.  My clothing is like no other.
Yes it is. cala deit, hata umla I am sorry, i dont speak spanish, what did you say? That was not spanish.... I speak many strange tongues.. I asked you why you were here Ah i see, i am here to meet someone. I was told i could find someone who would help me find my long lost son. Did they tell you who or what he would look like? Yes it would be a man in a dark robe. Well, lets see I have a dark robe? What else? He is bald and speaks in strange tongues sometimes. Bald? ummm, me. strange tongues? ummm.... me! ME! Have you seen my boy? He is about 13 with bright green eyes? I have seen many boys.... how long has he been missing? 3 years.