Sleeping under every bridge, wandering through the darkest alleyways, passing out at busy crossroads... This is a beggar's life. The sky is our roof and wine is the only friend we can trust. We are everywhere, but most people are content pretending we do not exist.

You can take pity and help us fill our cups, or go on with your business. But let there be a warning to you all. Never harm a beggar, for you never know when you may slight a member of the Drunken Beggar Clan. We may be utterly worthless, if not for the deadly Drunken Beggar fighting style passed on from teacher to student.

For ages, we have wandered the streets, defending the poor and weak. If a shopkeeper is kind enough to bless us with a coin, we in turn offer our protection. But if some knave roughs up a cripple or steals from a patron, we promise their blood will spill like the wine from our lips!