(In the shadowy corner of a village tavern, Pastor Ondrej meets with a group of merchants.)
Pastor Ondrej
"Men, lend your ear, for I have gold,
For whispers faint, for secrets told.
A man named Kazimir roams here,
With coin to spend, intentions clear.
But think—might shadows hide his face,
A stranger's cloak, a dark disgrace?"
Merchant
"Strange is the man who gives so free,
No humble wanderer, he must be.
But secrets cost, good Father dear;
Tell us your price, and lend us cheer."
(The pastor slides a pouch of coins across the table. The merchants exchange knowing glances.)
Pastor Ondrej
"Take this purse and take my plea—
Find truths concealed, then bring to me.
For kindness worn in borrowed skin,
Hides deceit, a deadly sin."
(The merchants nod, and the pastor's face twists into a smirk, satisfied with his plan to unearth Kazimir's past.)