[Salone]

Isaac sidled in to the Church from one of the smaller side entrances, whistling to himself conspicuously. He waved sheepishly to catch the attention of the other two. Or at least, the one that wasn't praying.

"Morning mates, morning. Tell you what, this a bit awkward."

He smiled at the young man, offering him a raised eyebrow. My word he thought, He's just a kid. Like that other cheeky bloke. What kind of holy cup sits around and makes kids fight kids?

He frowned as he watched the praying man. He seemed all seriousness and self righteousness. That was a horrid combination. This one would be the biggest thorn in his side. If the two he had already met were any indication, it would be the same for any of them. He turned his attention to the young man once again, giving him a devilish grin as he exposed the contents of his bag - a whole mess of Curly Wurlys.

"Hey lad, fancy a treat before things get started?"