The beggar stumbled tiredly through the small rural village as exhaustion clawed at his feet, trying to trip him, while weariness tugged enticingly at his eyelids, slowly seducing him into visions of a warm bed and peaceful slumber, yet the man pushed onwards with drunken like steps that were brimming with an unfulfilled purpose.
Within a few minutes he had made his way to the settlement's only temple, where a handsome young man with wavy dirty blonde hair, piercing brown eyes and wearing the clergy's signature white apparel, spoke casually with a group of rugged, yet kind looking farmers and herdsman from the village as they seemed to hand him several satchels of produce from their farms, seemingly in a gesture of gratitude.
