Donny halted at the word for food. He hasn't eaten in days. Well, he had snacks, but only what he could smash out of a vending machine before the someone comes looking. He was tempted to follow, but... They already saved his life once. He couldn't possibly mooch off of them. Donny left the alley and the other two behind, walking along the streets with his head hung low and his hands stuffed into his pockets. [b]"Maybe I can pawn off this sword for something..."[/b]