Throwing some coins to the beggar boy and continuing his path through the street of commoners, burying his nose in his red scarf as snowflakes kept falling on his ginger hair. Childe was bored, he was looking for something that would catch his attention until he didn't reach the corner of the alley to the center of the street "Huh? So, what do we have here?" With a slow path he approached the source of his interest