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[???] "Hey."
I stopped as I passed some dilapidated wall, looking to my left. There, a stranger in tatters was hoisted in the air, balancing himself that well with a wooden walking stick. He had a pewter rice bowl in his lap. His oily, long black hair obscured his face immediately in these rainy shadows.
He was a homeless bum.
[???] "I have not eaten in over twenty days."
'...'
He sniffed the air.
[???] "You have something good on you, don't you?"
'I might.'
[???] "Will you donate it to me?"
>Give him a Superb Food... even if it is meant for Seannsa.
>Refuse. Give the dirty beggar nothing.
