- Please, spare some food for an old man.
I suddenly heard a weak voice coming from the side. There was an old man sitting at the corner of the establishment. He had long, messy grey hair, and a badly kept bird of identical color. He was wearing rags colored by dirt and blood. He was sitting straight on the cobblestone with a small, wooden bowl in his hands.
I came closer to him and crouched down. Our eyes met. He was definitely injured, and malnourished. He endured my gaze. Not only that, there was something in him, that actually forced me to break the eye contact.
- Here - I put two crystals in his bowl.
- Thank you kindly.
