As Vauldis was drifting through the many stalls that had already been set up for the festival, having bought nothing but admiring the craftsmanship and bakery skills on display; he noticed a rather depressing affair in his vicinity. A rather scrawny looking wolf was speaking to a women,seemingly begging for aid, the well-off wolf didn't usually care for the poverty often found in large cities like this [color=ed1c24][i]but I suppose it's the reason for the season and all that.[/i][/color]
  Vauldis approached the pair and spoke rather bluntly holding about $100 worth of cash in his hands [color=ed1c24]"Good morning, I couldn't help but over hear your rather difficult position so here's the deal. You help organize this wonderful little festival in this city, and this cash is yours. And maybe you'll pick up a more permanent job on the way,eh?"[/color] surprising himself with his rather sudden outburst of generosity, but still sticking to his words, he held the cash in his hands; offering it to the poor wolf.