As you leave the messenger bird building, you can't help but notice a beggar sitting by the entrance. The man looks emaciated and has sores covering his body. He mutters incoherently under his breath as he holds out a grimy hand for alms.
I drop a few silver and bronze coins for him to get some meals and maybe a proper safe place to bed without people wondering where he got the money "enjoy a warm meal buddy" I say as I begin to walk away
The beggar looks up at you, his eyes wide with surprise and gratitude. "Thank you... thank you so much," he stammers. His voice is hoarse from disuse, but it carries a note of sincerity that touches your heart. You sense that this man has not been shown such kindness in a long time. As you walk away, his weak voice follows you: "God bless you, sir... God bless."