After some time, Poropo was alone in an alleyway after losing sight of his employer's daughter. Poropo's nerves vibrated as he imagined the worst possible situation and attempted to listen for giggles from a young aristocrat.
"..."
Nothing but silence buffeted the monk's long ears as he waddled worriedly. However, Poropo was not alone for long - two impoverished individuals, a man and a woman, approached the tired Poropo with eager looks. The woman spoke with a coarse voice, "You seem to be lost - need help findin' your way back to the higher districts?"
Poropo could feel an ominous, sickly aura from the two people of the Lower District - they believed the monk was well off due to his strange appearance and fine robes. Poropo attempted to quell the situation, "Erhm...hello, may the Iron Dei-"
"Com'on now, out with it - we know you have somethin' to give us if we help you get back where you belong. Empty your pockets and we'll give you a short*cut*." The man pulled a knife as the woman finished her sentence. They inched closer to the tired, frail, and defenseless Poropo. Each step they took make Poropo sweat a bead down his hairless face. The monk began reaching into his robes to pull out his Jewels to save himself - money was infinitely less valuable than his life.
With a thud and smack from behind the two vagrants, the young aristocrat came to save Poropo from an otherwise fatal situation! She seemed to think Poropo had done this for her, "Man, you sure know how to attract and distract - thanks for letting me take my frustrations out on these mean people. Let's head back home - I'm exhausted."
Poropo looked down at the incapacitated vagrants and felt sorry for them - they were used as punching bags by a wealthy brat and did not get anything out of the situation. They did threaten Poropo's life, but he believed they deserved some compensation for making the aristocrat feel better. The kind monk threw a few Jewels their way as he left with the aristocrat to get his reward.
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