Thread:Grimmaniac/@comment-27794518-20160701155952/@comment-25862208-20160704204645

Here's a sample diary entry: "I walked through a busy area of Catalonia at around high noon, the markets bustling with local villagers. Out of my periphery, I noticed a lonely beggar sitting by the road, a tin cup in front of him and a walking stick laying beside him. Most of the villagers seemed not to notice the cloaked man, who did not seem to be all that interested in getting anyone's attention either. For what reason I can't be sure, this rather nondescript man caught my eye; perhaps it was the peculiarity of a beggar with no apparent desire to beg.

I decided to approach the vagrant, and as I did, I soon realized why he need not beg. He had a satchel and several tin cans already full to the brim with coins. What I had regarded as disinterest was really the rare sight of a content beggar. The man was asleep, so I let him be, but I could not help but wonder how such an ordinary man could collect such wealth.

I monitored the beggar periodically throughout the day, suspecting he might be a skilled thief, but his activities were less than noteworthy, that is, until sunset came. With the roads nearly empty, the man stood up, gathered his sack of coins, and slowly made his way to a nearby church. He continued down a narrow alley, before stopping; he stood, waiting, until someone finally opened a bulkhead door. At that moment, I saw the beggar remove his hood, and he woged into what I know now to be a Santojo. His glowing eyes were not of this world, and as he handed over the coins, I knew what must be done. When the beggar departed down the alley to leave, I drew my blade and quickly dispatched him without hesitation."