Post by R. Pendergast on Sept 14, 2006 19:09:56 GMT -5
It's pouring; the old man is snoring. But then there was the question of what was causing the man to snore and why; for he could be truly asleep or it could be an allusion to something else. Such as ignorance; arrogance, or a combination of both. Either way; it was a rotten day for a begger to be outside and there wasn't a sign of any out in this terrible downpour. Well...actually there was one; he was half-hidden by a rubbish heap that was directly in front of him, but then again the current state of the Kingdom was worse than this rubbish heap from what he had heard. Oh of course they were prospering economically and there hadn't been a major military conflicts for some time; but there was clear social unrest in the City.
He had heard from random passerby, as they dropped coppers into his tin cup, about the "Heathens", "Mass arrests" and "executions" that were springing up all over the City and while his hood, splattered in so much mud and filth that it's color was unrecognizable, covered most of his face; many might have paled at the expression beneath the hood. He was a beggar yes; age had begun to sap him of his strength and begging was all that he could resort to...but it also was a way to quickly learn about the affairs of state. However back to the man himself; dispositions and methods of eavesdropping aren't all that important.
The beggar, while being older than most in his mid-50's, was taller than he appeared. This was because most of the time he slouched over and stared at his cup; this made him look about 5' 7", but when he stood he was 6'3". The mud-encrusted rags that clothed him stunk of filth, feces and other disgusting things that no one takes pleasure in touching; the stench usually being enough to turn passerby away. So as the rain poured all about him and soaked him silly, the old croon coughed terribly for 5 minutes straight before saying in a pitiful voice, "Alms? Alms for the poor?"
He had heard from random passerby, as they dropped coppers into his tin cup, about the "Heathens", "Mass arrests" and "executions" that were springing up all over the City and while his hood, splattered in so much mud and filth that it's color was unrecognizable, covered most of his face; many might have paled at the expression beneath the hood. He was a beggar yes; age had begun to sap him of his strength and begging was all that he could resort to...but it also was a way to quickly learn about the affairs of state. However back to the man himself; dispositions and methods of eavesdropping aren't all that important.
The beggar, while being older than most in his mid-50's, was taller than he appeared. This was because most of the time he slouched over and stared at his cup; this made him look about 5' 7", but when he stood he was 6'3". The mud-encrusted rags that clothed him stunk of filth, feces and other disgusting things that no one takes pleasure in touching; the stench usually being enough to turn passerby away. So as the rain poured all about him and soaked him silly, the old croon coughed terribly for 5 minutes straight before saying in a pitiful voice, "Alms? Alms for the poor?"
