It was a bright and shiney day as Lokier walked down the street. He had no emotion on his face but a slight smile, that was always how it was after a robbery. He was proud of himself. He stole from a wealthy man who was somehow involved in politics, Lokier didn't know or care. The man had much more than he needed, thus leeding to why Lokier was carrying around a pouch of gold mizas. He planned on giving all this away. He didn't need it, soon he would but not now.
Lokier did have a desire for earthly possessions. He didn't need them. Not yet. But he wanted them. But right now he saw a bum who was about to get 250 gold mizas and didn't even know it. This is why he felt his work was justified. He got down to eye level with the man and smiled at him. He dropped the pouch next to him and walked away without saying anything.
His faithful hawk was on his shoulder, and although he was an animal, Lokier seemed to understand him. And he seemed to aprove. As Lokier was walking away, he stroked the hawk, and thanked him for his loyalty. He did this regularly. But he always did it after he gave money away. Seeing these bums made him thankful for what he had. He heard a scream, but a happy scream, from the bum. Lokier smiled as he walked down the street.