Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150327015504/@comment-11457306-20150407004705

Lorelai looked without turning her head. The child looked ragged and uncared for. An orphan, perhaps, scrambling to survive like everyone else in this new uncertain world. The beggar was an idiot, calling attention to them by pointing. She dropped one of the ales from her pouch and a few more coins into his lap and then moved away, walking as if just taking in the sights and sounds of the market. She paused to finger some fabric at one stall. They wandered until they wound up near the boy and she crooked a finger at him to come to her.

"What's your name, boy?  Where're your parents?"