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
priest
bigfoot
My name is Bigfoot. I live in the forests and prey on the travelers that get lost among the trees. Over the years, I have grown a liking for the richer travelers rather than the poorer travelers. The wealthier humans have more meat and fat that make them tastier. I also enjoy relaxing among the conifers and throwing pine cones and unsuspecting squirrels.
Do I not frighten you, holy man?  *shaking the dead person I'm carrying and dropping it at your feet* No, we are all children of the Gods.  If you were to hurt me, it is the Gods will, but I must try to help everyone. *eyeing you, sizing you up*  You're a bit scrawny for my taste anyway, holy man.  Do you know who I am? Only a lonely BigFoot travelling on a cold day.  Please tell me, where are you from? I live in the emerald green forest.  I hunt rich travelers. Rich travelers?  For their gold?  The Gods would not appreciate your lust for gold... No, I have no use for shiny bits, holy man.  Rich travelers eat better and are more fully padded out and tastier than poor scrawny sods such as yourself.  You'd be stringy and bland to eat. Well!  That's the first time I've heard someone say my scrawniness was a good thing for me!  I have some fish inside that a parishioner gave me yesterday, would you be interested in that, rather than these rich men? Keep the fish for yourself, holy brother...perhaps you can fatten up, eh?  *ripping an arm off the plump dead man at our feet and beginning to nosh on it like a chicken wing* Oh dear, I'm not sure if my stomach can handle watching you eat like this... If, by chance, you come across any gold in your travels, we can always use donations from gentle creatures such as yourself... I cannot take it from the dead directly though. *hugging you with one arm as I finish my grisly snack with the other*  Certainly, holy brother.  I have no use for it myself. Thank you!  In return, you may stay in my church, safe from the men that are hunting you!