[Guts watches quietly as Emil is swarmed by a group of eager children. Once he isn't stomping around, it is easy enough to fade into the background and let the alleyway resume its usual activity. Guts didn't quite expect an act of patient selflessness to come from a well-dressed brat. Good for him, he guesses. The kids did look pretty happy with whatever it is he was giving them. It's been a rough few years for them.
One particularly daring boy gets close enough to him to check around his greaves and see if he happened to be hiding anything extra. He is obviously a Stranger like Emil, and Guts has passed through the poorer parts of town a few times before. All those leather pouches must be hiding, something, right?]
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One particularly daring boy gets close enough to him to check around his greaves and see if he happened to be hiding anything extra. He is obviously a Stranger like Emil, and Guts has passed through the poorer parts of town a few times before. All those leather pouches must be hiding, something, right?]
You're lookin' the wrong way, kid.
[He brushes the boy's wandering hand off him.]