The first thing that jumped at Xzavier's eyes was the fact that, for an old man who was a beggar, he didn't seem to have the starving look that was typical of beggars.
Also, Xzavier didn't know if his eyes were playing games with him, but in the spot where the beggar claimed to be missing an arm, he could almost swear that he could make out the faint outline of an arm that had been suppressed by bandage and cleverly concealed behind a baggy top. Xzavier didn't exactly know where his mind was going with this, but it seemed to him that this particular beggar was an old crone who had spent many years perfecting a fraud.
Before Xzavier could make his suspicions known to Adalia, the kind girl was already reaching towards the beggar with a penny in her hand. Xzavier swallowed hard and sighed. It was now confirmed. He noted to himself.
"No matter the time or era, it seems like the scourge of beggars will be ever present."
