Vaughn followed close behind Jaques, as usual. His long, blonde hair was tied loosely back with a purple ribbon, and his form-fitting white tunic and pants was freshly pressed. He held a book and a quill, a bottle of ink in a pouch on his hip. He was quickly jotting down names and amounts as Jaques solicited, collecting the donations as any good bookkeeper would.
They walked down that alley, must have walked down it dozens of times. But never quite getting the scene he was seeing at that moment. The curious Duskwight begging for food, a lone woman with a breadbasket. He furrowed his brows and looked to Jaques questioningly.
A moment later, his thoughts were interrupted by the children yelling and kicking the Duskwight. The namecalling, he hated that part the most. He squeezed Jaques's hand before putting the book in his pack as he head over toward the prone Duskwight.
He held out his hand with a smile, both to the woman and the Duskwight. "Are you alright, sir? Here, let me help you up."
They walked down that alley, must have walked down it dozens of times. But never quite getting the scene he was seeing at that moment. The curious Duskwight begging for food, a lone woman with a breadbasket. He furrowed his brows and looked to Jaques questioningly.
A moment later, his thoughts were interrupted by the children yelling and kicking the Duskwight. The namecalling, he hated that part the most. He squeezed Jaques's hand before putting the book in his pack as he head over toward the prone Duskwight.
He held out his hand with a smile, both to the woman and the Duskwight. "Are you alright, sir? Here, let me help you up."
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