It was a miserable and rainy day, but Francis loved the rain. He was soaked, and the mud splattered up almost to his knees in the clothes he'd borrowed from the church. They were soft and oversized in some ways and short in others, but more than that they were very worn and had a lot of patches and stitches showing their history. He liked these clothes and that might be why they looked even rougher than usual.

After wandering the town, listening in secretly to any good gossip, and managing to snatch some food from a stall that had a distracted seller, it was getting later in the day and he was starting to feel the chill from the water seeping into his bones.

While resembling more like a drowned rat than a man, he stood near a favorite pub and tried to get just a few coins. Outright begging almost never garnished any wins, but he hoped a winning smile and an easy disposition would succeed far better. He would look to anyone heading into the place and if any caught his eye, he would give them a huge hopeful smile and tried to look like he was more than willing to sell his service of a good ear for some sweet spirits.

Nothing worked just yet and he almost considered if he could find someone who looked weak enough he could just jump them and pretend it was an accident while seeing if he could jostle free even enough for just one drink. There was only so much he could enjoy trying to sneak some communal wine and hope no one noticed. Another drop of water and they'd notice it was more pink than red.