Staggering out a back alley, Aislinn loosed a sickly cough. "The rain is so cruel to me..." he muttered with an exapserated tone. It had been days since he last had a good nights sleep and a warm meal yet it seemed to not wear on his mood. His stomach growling he looked up and began to scan the streets and buildings that lined them.<br/><br/>As the begger began to whistle out a tune many a person would place a thier loose change in front of him. Or they would stare at his appearance. He stood at an average 5"9' and wore a pair of olive drab fatigues matched by an olive drap coat. His shoes where worn and black, the laces frayed at each end. His shirt was a simple gray t-shirt which fit to his body loosely. On his head he held a thin pair of rectangular glasses which shielded his green eyes and a matching olive drab boonie hat which hid his dirty blonde shoulder length hair as it hung down the sides of his head.<br/><br/>As each person passed his tune grew further and further away untill at long last he was left with a simple smile. Turning he left the change on the ground and proceeded into a Denny's he saw two streets down, pulling and counting wallet after wallet from his many pockets.