Searching for Stone

"Get out!" A gravelly voice sounded followed by a heavy thump of flesh meeting solid ground. A soft cry of pain also followed, but there were grumbles as if the person attempted to stifle his voice.

A rather old lady, about upper middle-aged and quite heavy-set, walked out of a building's entrance. The entrance could barely fit the woman in width. This was a liquor shop and bar, selling cheap and allowing ease of purchase, and the lady was its manager.

The one thrown out forcefully was a young man no older than twelve. He was covered in scratches and dirt. This was Damian.

"I have no need for pathetic boys here. Take your pity show and hike it! Ptui!" The lady spat at Damian. Quite literally. Her words were aggressive and drew in the crowd's eyes. Some of the men in distance had their eyes flicker with a sorrowful light, and although they seemed to express the desire to say a few words, no one stepped up.