[Monkeys, monkeys. It was always monkeys that first came up whenever strangers met him. Lupin sighs, tempted to reach for his own pack of Pall Malls, but would rather not set his bundle and risk not seeing the gun be whipped out once more. He shifts his weight to the side and leans, almost too casually.

He only had so much patience for new feathers.]

You're quite rough for a priest, aren't you? I can't exactly tell you the how or the why that you're here, except for the fact that it just is. This village? It's called Luceti, and its maintained by an organization called the Malnosso. They...don't make much sense most of the time, and insist that the planet brought us here itself.

I don't trust a word they say though. They're so disorganized that the one hand doesn't know what the other is doing.