MirkrilaarKahdremonikMirkrilaar*He hesitates, but then grabs your hand.*
"Good. That's the first step. Now, we need to get you something that won't make you look like a brigand. But before that,"
*Swiftblade jerks his head towards the old man still on the ground.*
"You need to make it up to him."
*He nods*
"Sure."
*He then walks over to the old man and apologizes, even going as far as giving him gold. The beggar accepts the apology.*
"Now what else should we do, proselyte?"