Whiskey and the Daughter

My search for more information on the elusive priest lead me to a small village. I had not expected to find much information, perhaps a small clue of the priest's name if I was lucky. What I found there, however, was more information on the priest than what those hunting him down would dream of finding. Apparently, this priest was not so great of a priest as many had first thought.
It was through talking with a woman named Maria that I learned more about this whiskey priest. That is correct, the priest was addicted to alcohol and would carry some with him if he could. I remember a very faint and brief flicker of amusement in Maria's eyes when I commented about the priest not only breaking the law for remaining a priest but also for not being able to give up drinking. That flicker went away as Maria began to tell me about her daughter, Brigitta, who was the illegitimate child of the priest. The way I witnessed Brigitta behave, it was hard to believe a man who was supposed to devote his life to God was her father. I suspect she received a deal of teasing for her father not being around or for being a an illegitimate child. Such is the cruel way of the world. Perhaps I will be able to catch up to this whiskey priest soon and ask him my questions, if nothing prevents me from doing so that is.