Read The monk that gave me mercy.

I used to be a boy who lived on the streets. Scavanging and begging for food, water, and clothes. Everyday spent on the brink of death. I once heard of a legand about a Monk named Rohaan the Great. He was powerful and wealthy. Until the Man came into town. He was a kind fellow. I was looking at him from a distance when he saw me staring at him. The Man smiled and walked over to me as I cowered, in fear of him hurting me. "Do not be afraid young one." His voice was calming and relaxing. "I will not hurt you." The Man handed me some food. "Take it. It is yours." I hesitantly took the food and scrambled off into a number of alleyways. Once I got to my 'home', which was a pile of rags and a thin blanket, I opened the bag that he has given me. It was food! Real food! I bit into the bread and it was the best thing I had ever tasted. It was honey with sugar. I hadn't eaten anything in days. Maybe he will stay in town for a while...

After getting a couple hours of sleep, I headed back into the streets looking for the man. I asked around and they all pointed to a inn a couple blocks away. I headed over to the inn with haste. People were looking at me strangely. Like I had some sort of disease. "It's because I am dirty isn't it..." I thought. I arrived at the inn, looking for the Man. Then there he was. On a stool drink a keg of ale. I walked up to him and tapped on his shoulder. He spun around and looked at me. "Ah. Hello little one. Sit down." He patted on the seat next to him. I sat down on the stool beside him. "So young one. What is your name?" I hesitated for a second before replying. "Sean McClay... what's yours?" He laughed lightly. "My name is Rohaan. Otherwise known as Rohaan the Great."