The beggar shifted and squinted as he looked at the figure standing at the entrance. He said fearlessly, "If you want to come in, then come in. Stop hovering around and disturbing my sleep."
The figure hesitated for a moment before walking into the hall.
It was dark, and the smell of something old and rotten permeated the air. There were rats scurrying around as well.
The figure saw a plank at the side and took a seat before he called out, "Mister?"
"Young man, I know the conditions aren't ideal, but make do for the night. It's not safe out there so don't run around outside during the night," the beggar muttered.
"I asked you a question," the figure asked.
