You were a local of Rosso Cadere, forced to stay at the Inn due to your house being destroyed in the storm that swept through. You were seated outside a small bakery minding your own when a person approached you. You looked up as they spoke, they certainly didn't look to be from here nor the surrounding areas. "Hey- do you know where the Basilica is?" They spoke in a terrible accent, some words were pronounced wrong but it was understandable to a degree. They waited for you answer, hoping they weren't bothering you too much.