Meat For A Beggar

Arthur's next destination was going to be the Beggar but before he could even travel halfway there, he got a notification.

>Warning: Player Arzhur's Stamina is below 20%<

>Player Arzhur is over-encumbered!<

"Ah, fuck…" Arthur was already slow and now that his stamina had fallen back down, he knew going further would only be a pain. "May as well dump all this. I look silly carrying this around." He muttered to himself.

If it weren't for the fact that no player came to this area, Arthur would have probably been surrounded. The northern part of the city was still unexplored and players were more concerned about leveling up in the southern forest, thus they hadn't come to check.

Or even if there were a few curious players, they had already come here at the start and had seen the high leveled forest in the north, along with the guards forcing them back. News also spread fast among the player base, which would help the others avoid wasting their time going to the Northern part this early.

Thus, Arthur simply headed to the inn and dumped his items there. He also got clean and changed his clothes again. They had been damaged by the attacks of enemies and stained by their blood.

It made him feel a bit uncomfortable, and cleaning up felt good.

"I'll need to mend the armor too. Though I may as well use the pelts." Arthur decided to do that later.

Leaving most of his inventory at the Inn, Arthur left for the alleyway where he had met the beggar.

It was already night time, darkness becoming commonplace. Thankfully, the beggars had lit up a few fires along the way, while they huddled around them soaking in the heat. Some were also cooking whatever food they had managed to get while others just ate scraps.

"Look, isn't it that kid?"

"Yeah, seems like he's back."

"Do you think he finished it?"

"Hah! Are you already drunk? Do you think anyone can kill that boar?"

"Even the guards won't go to kill that thing."

"Isn't that just because it lives in the forest and won't come close?"

Arthur heard the comments of the beggars, but ignored most of them. He didn't mind whatever they said, as he was just concerned with a single beggar out of all of them.

'There he is…' Arthur spotted the beggar curled up against a barrel and a broken crate that he was using as shelter.

He came to stand in front of the old beggar, wondering if the smelly guy was even awake.

"Hey!" Arthur called out.

But the beggar didn't move.

"Old fart, wake up! The kid's back." Another beggar shook the old beggar.

"Ugh! Who the fuck is disturbing my beauty sleep?" The old beggar was the least pleased, though.

"What beauty sleep? You're five decades too late for that." A beggar cooking a lizard spoke.

"And the wrong body." Another guy chugging some cheap booze shouted.

"Shut your damned rat holes!" The old beggar snarled back before looking at Arthur.

He squinted his eyes before leaning towards him.

"Huh… you really are back." The old beggar said, feeing a bit surprised. "I thought you'd be dead."

"What do you think? He failed to kill the beast."

"Nah, Nah, he would be dead if he had tried. He just never went there." The other beggars tried to guess.

Ignoring the banter of the beggars, Arthur decided to put an end to it by taking out the goods.

"Here you go." Arthur opened up the bag and showed them the meat.

"Huh?" The old beggar didn't get it at first, but then he took a look at it under the illumination of the fire. "What the hell!" he finally saw the fresh meat.

"No way, did he get some other meat?" the other beggars couldn't help but doubt.

"Do you think this can come from some other place?' Arthur waved the tusk he had got from the Razer Tusk Boar.

The Tusk gleamed against the light of the fire, looking rather threatening. Some of the beggars couldn't help but get a chill just looking at the tusk and wonder how painful it would be to get impaled by it.

"Well, gods be damned. The kid really did it." They finally believed him.

"There should be plenty." Arthur said as he emptied the bag onto a plank that was lying there.

A small pile of meat now laid on it, glistening under the light of the fire. Its fat and flesh contrasted, looking rather tempting to the beggars.

"You really did it huh… you're one crazy kid for sure." The old beggar nodded in approval.

"Well, since I finished the job. What do I get?" Arthur asked in anticipation.

"Yeah, what do you even got old fart?" A one armed beggar asked.

"Hell, he's broker than us!"

"I bet he got three broken coppers stashed under his ass."

"Fuck off you rat munchers!" The old beggar shouted before turning to Arthur. "Gimme a bit… I need to find it."

The old beggar scrounged through a patched up sack, that was stained with some disgusting fluids. Arthur wrinkled his nose but waited for his reward to be given.

"Here it is, I knew I still had it." The old beggar pulled out an object from the sack.

It was about the size of a palm and looked like a mottled saucer of some kind.

"What trash is that?"

"Old far, you intended to pay the kid with trash you picked up?"

"The kids getting scammed." The beggars laughed.

"Shut it, you fools! The kid can decide if he wants it or not. If not, he can take his meat back." The old beggar snarked.

"Better just keep the meat and sell it, kid."

"Yeah, he's just giving you garbage." The beggars advised.

But Arthur didn't care for it. As soon as he saw the saucer, his eyes lit up.

~Ding~

>Player Arzhur has completed the quest 'Hunt for Razer Tooth Boar!'<