Kind

Alley near the Weapon Shop, Merkel Town Market.

The young child with tattered clothes and full of dirt was looking at the white haired patched lad who’s offering his hands towards him. He couldn’t understand why he is eagerly helping him when a lot were just giving blind eye at the treatment he is getting in this town.

“Why are you helping me?” Anthony stopped from grabbing the hand of the child from noticing the bleeding cuts and wounds that is being coated with dirt now. He was going to click his tongue but got interrupted by his question. He asked himself if why but he couldn’t find the reason or the answer to it. Anthony simple shrugged and gestured to get something from his inside his coat to pull something from his ring. He pulled out a cream and knelt down on the ground and let the child stayed seated.

“Does the silence speak something you aren’t allowed to s

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