We came across a beggar. Some of our party decided to grace him with coin.
I thought he stunk.
The beggar reeked of death. With such a vile smell, no wonder he was out begging on the streets.
I took a stone from my pouch and traced out some runes. The stone began to glow and a pleasant aroma overwhelmed the stench.
I granted my stone to the beggar, yet he did not seem very grateful.
I added a grudge to my book that day.