The street outside the church is empty, with not a soul in sight. The sky is gray and seems to threaten snow. The pavement is rutted and worn, littered with loose cobblestones and other signs of disuses and disrepair. The only sound is the cold wind blowing, and the awful metallic squeak as it blows the iron gate open and shut.
gate to street, Outside Church
bigfoot
a scribe constantly writing
I am the village scribe and I am constantly writing scrolls for the king. I transcribe allroyal proclamations and business transactions for the king. I live in the castle and I am very unhappy with my job.
Why, if it isn't the elusive bigfoot. What brings you here? Just enjoying a stroll, I do highly enjoy such scenery.  Aren't you afraid of being seen? I am not so afraid to be seen in an area such as this, it does not seem to be so frequently traveled. I see. Do you have a family? I cannot say that I do, I have been alone as long as I can remember. That must make you feel pretty lonely No not usually. I tend to be more or a loner, though it is nice to have interactions infrequently. That is understandable. I wish I could go off on my own like you. I despise working in the castle. Is it a bad place for you to despise it as you do? It's not really so bad. It is just boring. I have to write proclamations for the king. What is it that you really aspire to do then?