“What the heck is going on…?” Siegfried muttered, his face twisting into an expression of utter disbelief as he watched the old beggar break into a random drunken song.0

The stench of alcohol filled the air while the old beggar shook his hips and sang.0

Did this guy down an entire barrel of alcohol or something?0

“Hey, you there. What in the world are you doing?” Siegfried asked.0

However, the old man gave no response.0

“Oh-ho! Heave-ho, let’s go, let's go! This year, and last, you still owe, still owe! I came last year, don’t you know? Here I am again, back for more!”0

The old beggar seemed completely oblivious to Siegfried’s frustration as he continued his dance while singing his heart out.0

It was then.0

“Oh! Young Master!” the old beggar exclaimed, suddenly stopping his dance and song. Then, he bowed at a full ninety degrees before pleading once again, “This old man’s throat is as dry as a desert, Young Master! How about handing over the fine hammer in your hand as a bit of charity?”0

“What?!” Siegfried exclaimed. He was too stunned to even feel angry, as the beggar was not just asking for spare change, but he was asking for Siegfried’s +13 Vanquisher’s Grasp, a weapon he cherished as if it was his own life.0

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