I stepped out into my yard to get a Elfmelon off my vine for breakfast and almost tripped over him. He looked like he must have been a hundred cycles old, but when I coughed he sprung to his feet like an acrobat.
"Forgive, no coin for bed. Balance in life."
He bowed to me, and went to leave. I called out to him, I was raised right, so I offered him some Elfmelons and coins.
In tears, he took them, then picked up a stone and attacked me.
I heard something about deeds and balance before I blacked out.
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