Musings of a Lost World

::A small child, of no more than five, wanders through Barbatos, asking for money to eat. When none turn to her, she merely smiles and walks away. She seems clean, especially for an orphan, yet her frail form is perfect for a starving child.::

"Begone, Brat!"::One woman yells, prompting the child to back away in fear of being struck. Turning to run, she smiles back at the woman, waving a friendly wave.::

A young boy wearing a brilliant sea blue coat walks through the town and bumps into the women who in turn yells at him to be more carefull but he keeps walking untill he reaches the young girl handing her a bag of coins he had lifted off of her.

"You don't seem like normal orphans" he says his eyes full of kindness though they are the only things you can see through the cloak.

"Whats your name freind?"

~Braal, whose been walking through Barbaras under disguise, looking as a traveler in black clothes with a dark cloak and his head hooded saw the the girl. He had pity of her. He approached the young girl, his eyes reflecting such wisdom and kindness. He reach for a little bag full of salted dried meat in his pockets and pulled it out of his pockets before to hand it to the girl.~

''You should be starving, little one. Take that for it's all I have for now.''

~He would say gently as Braal handed her the little bag full of food to her, looking gentle and harmless to the child.~