"Ok..." blood sprouted out his mouth. "I used to work there, but they fired me."

"Empty your pockets!"

He didn't speak again after that and unearthed about fifty ruvens from his person. More than enough for food. Given the right atmosphere, it could garner a small hotel room. I snatched the cash, pulled out the hanger and pointed it to his face.

"I got married there, and I've seen your type before. You just pretend to be poor, preying on the kind-hearted. I feel no ...