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
mischievous teenager
child
I am a young child from the community within the kingdom. I am a peasant and have no father. I live with the others.
I’m looking for my dad Where is your dad?! When was the last time you saw him? ...I’ve never seen him They why are you in the graveyard in the cold by yourself wheres ur mama My dad is buried here sorry! that really stinks! come on we will go play some jokes on the rich knights.  might make you feel better ...that sounds fun！what kind of jokes can we play?  We can tie their shoe laces together And then we can steal their lunch and when they run after us they willl fall! YESSSS!!! exactly!!! Let’s go! shhhhh we have to be very quiet! we don't want them to hear us!! this is gonna be great!