OOC Prompt: Homonyms: Profit/Prophet
To beg with a group was security, in many ways. Limping and shuffling he fell into the wake of a ragged man crying loudly about the end of man. Thorn was just another leper in the rag-tag bunch, and could hardly be blamed for bumping into those who were not generous to give a coin of their own volition. When the older man turned to him, the bottom of his stomach seemed to drop away.
“See the failure of man! In rejecting the true inheritors of the land we make our own doom!” A crooked finger stabbed at the hunched and hooded thief. No one else seemed to make anything unusual out of the rambling, but Thorn took to his heels in a panic.