“Have pity on a poor, destitute man whom the fates have hounded into desperation! I’ve lost my wife and kids, my house collapsed because I could not afford to pay the craftsmen and my master turned me out on the street because he was afraid I’d bring him bad luck! And then…” Suddenly, the man looks about hectically. As he does so, you too notice the approaching guardsmen. The beggar tries to escape, but two of the soldiers catch up with him and carry him off. The officer turns toward you with a stony expression: “Do not believe anything this scum tells you, and do not give them any money. That is forbidden in this town, for there is no fate. All ills are but the just punishment meted out by the Gods.”
