Of Coins and Fountains

<Copying over a scene from Discord to here for reference purposes>
 
Ganak moves through the streets of the Market square with a brisk and jittering pace, the sort born not just of cold but of Adrenaline. It is late into the night, and word has probably only barely started to spread across the city of the night's events. He is huffing as he goes, trudging in the cold but still energized. He's about to cross a street and doesn't quite check in time- he nearly steps out into a late travelling carriage, but stops himself. Jerking back, he stands up, waving apologetically to the driver, and waits for the traffic to pass. Breathing heavy, he stands there catching his breath well after it had passed.
 
In the still of the dead of night, a single thought, more like a feeling, keeps going through his mind.
"Holy shit..." He mutters under his breath. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit..."
 
He trudges onward, a little slower, the actual muttering seemingly making the 'catch your breath' part of hard breathing not work so well. After just another block or so he is out of breath again and slows. The cold of the night air makes it hurt to breath in so hard, and he looks around. There is a fountain nearby, and he takes a moment to sit on the ledge of it to catch his breath.
 
He'd finally picked up his end of the bargain- at least, he'd stolen so much more so than he ever had before. He almost couldn't believe he'd had the nerve to do it. More people had seen him ('those are called witnesses, dumbass' said a thought with a voice unpleasantly like his father's) than he preferred, but he'd done it and- Holy shit the payout! Even giving most of it to the Gorathian priest it was still huge. And better that way anyways; keep Gorath and his followers happy and their attention elsewhere if you know what's good for you.
 
He nods at his own wordless words of wisdom, and ponders what to do next. After all, he's got a two-part job, and he'd only gotten the first part done. Next came 'getting the money to those who need it'. He thinks on this for several minutes, and it's about this time that the only words he's forming go from 'Holy shit!' to 'well... shit.'
 
Much like the proverbial dog chasing a carriage, he realizes he has no idea what to do with one now that he's caught it. Give it to a church? Who knows, and which one? And how much does a church need more money, or how much will go to those in need and not to buying some new stained glass window? A soup kitchen, or an orphanage? Maybe, but which? That felt like playing favorites, and dangerously attention-gathering. People remember wealthy benefactors that come out of no-where and make huge one-time donations, after all.
 
While thinking, his eyes lower and he sees a glint of reflection in the water of the fountain beside him. Looking closer, he sees a few silver and copper pieces in the fountain. The tributes of silly, hopeful people wishing for things earlier in the day. He shakes his head sadly- he may not be a worldly man, but he know well-off folks never tend to question why authorities discourage wishing wells, or why they aren't always full. He knows that in the early hours before morning, some poor urchin child is going to be freezing their fingers off, hoping to be the first there to scrap some of that up before another bigger kid came along for it.
 
And like that, he adds 2 and 2 together and comes up with a not all-together terrible idea. Not the most elegant, but it gets the job done, and safely. He adjusts his jacket, and his belt, and clears his throat loudly- just loudly enough to cover the clinking of metal hitting stone and splashing into water. A handful of gold coins are splashed into the shallowest parts of the fountain, tucked right were a needy, desperate eye will see one, and spaced out with a force of magic so that they are apart, so a needy eye will see one, and go before finding them all at once. Just a handful of coins, but then, just a handful of bellies to be filled for a few days too.
 
He stands, adjusting his jacket again, and across the street he sees a tree that he'd had a most remarkable encounter under just a week or two before... except he could swear that was two blocks west of here back then. Probably just an illusion, or trick of the light. He grins, and nods to the tree. "Thanks for the inspiration, boss."
 
Having adjusted his jacket, he sets off again at a calm pace. No need to exhaust himself early, there were a lot of fountains between here and home tonight.