The wind blew through the streets, a coldness settling in the town as night fell. The black robes of a small man blew behind him as he quietly walked down the old stone road. He wasn't terribly bothered by the cold, but he didn't dilly dally. His feet took him towards the tavern, which was much warmer than his own home. The young priest didn't get out much, to be honest, but when he did, this was one of his most favorite places to come. His clergy didn't understand why he would spend time in such a...[i]rough[/i] place, but he didn't need to explain himself. After all, did Christ not make company of thieves and crooks? They were the ones who needed him most. 

His tattered, black shoes barely made a sound as he stepped into the doorway. Luca shut the door behind him, blocking out the cold and wind. The man looked around the tavern, seeing if any familiar faces were present. There were a few; some were regulars, others were new in town. The priest tried to take one step forward, but halfway tripped over a furry lump that had planted itself on his foot. 

Luca looked down to meet the large, golden eyes of a grey cat. It [i]mreowed[/i] up at him expectantly. This was what he got for feeding them so often. The man chuckled softly as he bent down to pet the cat, then lifted it off his feet so that he could walk. Luca went over to a long, wooden table by the hearth where it was warm, and sat himself down amongst the crowd there. 

"Good even, gentlemen. And ladies," He nodded to them, his voice soft but not timid. 

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