Rendered into Hell

[Geoffacake]

He stares down at the ground, twisting his lips to the side pondering his question, his body seems to be even more casual. "What would 'I' do... Well... I'd send the lad packing with just enough to be on his way, and just enough that it doesn't affect me even minorly." He pauses for a moment... "But, I'd question how he got to this position in the first place, drugs, alcohol, criminal, i'd give him less. Sheer amount of bad luck, taken advantage of all the rest that could happen to the poor chap... Give him a little more, just for the pleasure of acutally helping someone who might of been stuck into something he couldn't avoid easily." He closes his eyes and puts his arms out straight out in front of him making a V shape from him. "But those two lads, why are they there now, and why does he seem a little more pushy because they're there now... Look the same as him, just younger... Sons of his? Maybe. Are they forcing him to do this? i'd doubt a farther would act more violently in front of his own sons to some stranger..." He then looks down and his face frowns a bit."But to me walking down the street, i could be in a hurry, and just throw a little bit of money at him and move along." He then crosses his legs and starts to throw the artifact up in the air and catching it repeatedly, entertaining himself in the process, keeping his hands occupied.