The young girl looked up at the monk, her stick now stowed away at her belt she shuffled over to him.<br/><br/>"Yes please Mister Zato, I... didn't really have much in the barrel, and I couldn't borrow a lot..."<br/><br/>As if to press upon this point a small gurgling noise could be heard emanating from her tiny frame. A red tinge entered her face and her little hand tugged on the blind man's sleeve.<br/><br/>"Are we allowed to now?"