The desert sands have worn my poor unworthy feet half away. I travel. I thirst. I long for shade. I see a shimmer on the horizon and it is my only hope. When I collapse at the edge of my meager existence I am found in Barton Town.

I am given untold riches for merely being unworthy and I clasp my hands in prayer to the Giving Goddess. She showers me with wealth and presents and I am undone with humility. O Great Dove of Kindness and Imperial Perfection, I give you thanks though to speak is to remind myself how unworthy is your servant.

My pitiful trade is giving fortunes to passerby. My soul is enriched by their presence and they are kind to my empty pockets as well. May the cool spring sun ever shine upon you for such generosity as I have seen in Barton Town.