Broken stones and a iron gate closing the entrance with a name placard that the name is worn off.
Old Crypt, Graveyard
a large black vulture
priest
I am here to help the needy. I am well respected in the town. I can not accept lying.
A vulture? That is the sign of the devil. Devil I am not, hungry I am. You warn of bad omens vulture. You signify death. Or do I simply clean up the mess the dead leave behind? Hmmm, I have never thought of it that way. Every coin has two sides to it. You speak proverbs vulture. I appreciate it. Though my visage is alarming, I am still hungry have you seen any recently deceased? I have, you see this is an old crypt. Perfect for your hunger. Excellent, I am simply famished. I'll kill this for you. -moves in to feed on rat-