Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-29559990-20151108025549

Nacar chuckled as the boy ran off, knowing he'd at least be fed for the day and possibly the next. It always did bring him a bit of joy when someone was able to find some form of hope or happiness in this world, even if it was for but a moment.

He scooped up his tin cup and shook it gently. Not to flaunt or to beg, but to see how much was still in there. The jingle and the weight suggested 3 to 4 was still in there.

"Good day," He said. Anyday he had above two in the cup was a blessing.