The beggar quickly shook his head: "No, no, I'm just a stinking beggar, who would pay attention to me. Just like before, I choose the right people, then I directly pass the woodcarvings to them and leave."
The young man opened the door a bit, poked his head out, quickly scanned the surroundings, and said after confirming nothing was amiss, "Come in."
"Eh, okay." The beggar nodded humbly as he entered, and the door was promptly closed.
The room was a mess, with all sorts of things piled haphazardly.
But there was one particularly tidy spot, standing out in stark contrast to the rest.
A small table held a pile of woodcarvings, identical to those the beggar had distributed.
"It seems the beggar got the woodcarvings from here." Herag mused, while feeding the pigeons.
