>>5199947>>5199948>>5199859>>5199753"Let's help them get more rations."
"More? But there's not that much we can do without Mozgus. That is, unless we get more from our own rations..."
"So there is something we can do, you're all getting fed once you get to the tower anyway, what's half a day without eating going to do to you?"
"Hey, if you have no problem taking some crates from our food, you better spend some time with your stomach rumbling as well."
"I'm gonna die anyway, might as well give it to people who might outlive me."
Jerome places two crates of a varied assortment of foods and places them on your back, the way he strapped them at you while you hopped down to walk felt like you were more of a packhorse than the actual packhorse.
Still, it was worth the effort, Jerome rang a bell to call some people's attention, and while several of the beggars were already beating each other and getting beaten up by the knights for disobeying the bread line order, along with Farnese arresting several of them from eyewitness reports of stealing, being head members of the cult, prostitution and murder of priests.
You could probably go there to ask her if they're actual criminals or not, but since you're already her prisioner, interjecting on her work would only result in public spanking.
Regardless, it was really hard to watch them eating their food. Some of them clearly hadn't bathed in weeks, their teeth were decaying, some had their limbs amputated from the sickness, and a few of the children were shedding tears of joy just from having a single apricot to eat that day instead of absolutely nothing.
"Lord, please... Spare this poor mother some alms... The food is running out here, and I need to feed my son..." A lady is talking to herself while holding a child that is already decomposing in her hands. Flies are coming in and out of her son's mouth, yet she still carries him thightly around her breast.
"This is depressing... At least Ilos had less people to work with... Jerome, do you have any pocket change?"
"No..." Jerome lies, but you can hear the rustling in his pockets when he walks back.
"Come on, they need it more than you."
"Doesn't mean I don't need it. Was looking forward to giving them to the girls whoring at the tents..."
"..." You blankly stare at him for being so stingy.
"What, I'm giving money to the poor, right? They need to work for it too."
>How much do you have?>If Serpico still has my money, I can pay you back for this.>A few dimes won't hurt, the girls probably work for dirt cheap at the brothel.>Hands up, bitch boy. 