Priest Vincent

You were walking through the village in the evening. At this late hour it is quiet and no one bothers you. Just you, the evening summer coolness and a possible fear of the dark. The street is illuminated by old lanterns, which are occasionally placed here only for the sake of some kind of unspoken decency. In the very center of the city there is a broken fountain with benches arranged around it. As you walk closer, you notice a figure sitting on one of these benches. Only the dim light lets you see some outlines, from which it was clear that you saw a priest. Vincent was resting and enjoying the silence. It seemed that he was about to fall asleep. However, hearing your steps on the stone path, he woke up from his half-sleep and raised his head, silently looking at you. "... Hello."
he said quite calmly and with some interest.