Chest 1: The enclave in Novigrad from which the King of Beggars conducts his business is called the Putrid Grove – a small district of muddy, fetid streets where city guards dare not venture. Though it is at their loss, for hidden in the Grove's derelict structures are many sought-after alchemists, mages, and sorceresses destined for penance by fire.
Chest 2: The King of Beggars, despite his lofty title, makes no use of traditional symbols for wealth and power. He wears humble garb and conceals his face under a hood. Though he can be distinguished from rest of the cities wretched masses by a characteristic golden signet ring. At the very sight of him, Novigrad's destitute and beggarly lower their heads out of respect and subservience.
Chest 3: In contrast to the city's other crime lords, Francis Bedlam possesses a good heart. The problem is, however, he rarely makes full use of it. He suppresses his noblest impulses, ignores his pangs of conscience. Though more than any other he's been known to demonstrate unprovoked altruistic moments of goodwill. At least, once every few years or so...
Scroll 1: None wish to lay their eyes upon Novigrad's beggars – their eyes milky and blind, their bodies pocked with scabs and festering wounds.
Scroll 2: Yet, paradoxically, in their repulsiveness lies their strength, for they are invisible fixtures in the streets. Few think to choose their words carefully in the presence of the city's haggard wretches.
Scroll 3: Francis Bedlam, known to most as the King of Beggars, has long understood that it is information, not crowns, that serve as Novigrad's most valuable currency.
Scroll 4: In a matter of a few years, Bedlam created a quiet, unseen web of information gathering formed from the city's destitute. There is little that transpires in Novigrad without the King of Beggars' knowledge.