After a few moments, the priest comes out of the back. He's well dressed and looks to be in his mid-thirties. He's tall and a little bit lanky with short black hair and a button-down shirt. "Good Morning. I'm afraid mass isn't until tomorrow. Today's Saturday afterall."
(sure, that's fine)
[Cool, I hope it helps to keep track about what you need to touch upon.]
"I'm Ray Clemens. I'm the priest here. Since you're a journalist and considering the time of year. I assume that you're going to be asking questions about those ridiculous pagans and their silly rituals out in the forest. I don't care to know much about them, but you can ask me waht you want." His mood sours into irritation at reminiscing about the wiccan's.
As far as you can tell, Erica is just your typical normal American girl. She likes loud music, form-fitting jeans, and to play on her phone. So you head into town to look around. The center of the town is mostly residential and has maybe 3 or 4 streets that is pretty much just houses nestled up against one another. A few people walk past you going about their day, but none of them even really give you the time of day. As far as stealing something, it really depends on what you're intending on looking for. Most of the houses don't appear to be very secure, but they don't exactly have stuff just laying out in the street.
Alexander nodded to Mira, 'Probably, maybe some kids with the wiccans who think it's cool to attack the Church, maybe revenge for the Inquisition's witch hunts or something. Did you ask the priest about it last time you were here?'