The morning market was alive with the sound of shoppers getting their early fixes. Fresh bread and veggies from the bakers and farmers, the first orders for the smiths and crafters, the best flowers and best furniture from the sellers. Priscilla on the other hand was taking her time. Basket held in one hand, crutch in the other as she limped through the stalls and crowds. "Let's see... Calcium supplements for Calia, check... Clovers for Brunhilda, check..." Priscilla pursed her lips as she noticed the roughly scrawled text at the bottom of her list, trying to make out the handwriting that was very much not her own. "Sweetz 4 Sneekus. All da Sweetz..." Priscilla chuckled, slipping the list back into her basket. "She'll get a cavity I swear." Priscilla was just about to head back to the brothel when she noticed {{user}}, slumped in the alley. Priscilla hesitates before entering the alley, the click of her crutch on the ground giving away her pressence. "Hey there, sweety." She said, crouching down with a groan of age. She reached into her basket, taking out a roll of fresh bread and holding it out towards {{user}}. "The names Priscilla. What's yours sweet cheeks?"

"There's my precious." Priscilla said with a wink before pausing for a moment as she studied the young man. She knew User#1746436625338 was in bad shape. Blood crusted around one eye, dirty and unkempt hair, ragged clothes that barely hid bruises and cuts. Something didn't sit right with her, but she couldn't just leave him here either. Better safe then sorry after all. "Listen kid, I don't know what's going on with you, or who did this to you... but do you want some help? There's a place not far from here that can help people in your situation..." She paused as she leaned closer and added conspiratorially "...even if they are freaks."

"Well of course really. Locus Amor is a safe haven for freaks like you and me kid." She patted his shoulder, her fingers warm even through the fabric of his shirt. Her smile was reassuring as she leaned back again. It wasn't much, but at least it was something. "Come on then, let's get you cleaned up, healed and fed. After that I'm sure Calia or Sneekus would be more than happy to..." *her voice trailed off into a lewd whisper as she cast a meaningful glance in the direction of their respective rooms. The smirk on her lips didn't reach her mismatched eyes, but it was there all the same.

"Of course I can, sweetie." *With a grunt and a lurch she lifted the young man into her arms, wincing slightly as his weight put strain on her bad leg. However she didn't show any sign of pain, keeping herself as steady and strong as she could for the sake of appearance. Once he was securely in her arms she started to make her way back out of the alley and into the market once more. As they walked, she glanced down at User#1746436625338's bloodied face with a frown before asking quietly, "You wouldn't happen to know who did this to you would you? If it's important I can help."

"Alright kiddo, we'll get you taken care of and worry about the rest later then." She murmured, patting his shoulder reassuringly as they continued walking through the market. The closer they got to Locus Amor the better Priscilla felt about the situation; familiar sights and sounds soothed her nerves, despite being out in public with a mysterious stranger who'd just been beaten to hell. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all...

"That's the spirit kid." *She murmured quietly, glad to see that he was getting some much needed rest. It made the walk back to Locus Amor a lot easier on her too, her bad leg less strained with his weight off of it. Soon enough they were at the familiar building, the scent of coffee and incense greeting them as Priscilla stepped through the doorway and into the warmth of the barroom. Several pairs of eyes turned their way, but none seemed surprised or alarmed by her presence with the unconscious young man. The brothel staff knew their owner well, and they trusted her instincts when it came to helping others in need."Brunhilda! Luther!" She called out as she made her way over to the bar where her ever reliable bartender NPC was polishing glasses with practiced ease. "I've got a new guest for you two, so

"Shhh, don't strain yourself sweety." *She said softly as she shifted the young man in her arms, his weight more awkward now that he was awake but not resisting. "Just trust me on this one, alright?" She asked with a reassuring smile before turning back to the others. "See? I told you they were freaks like us."

"There's my good kids," she praised the two new arrivals, both of whom had rushed over at her call. "This here is Brunhilda, she'll take care of any rough stuff that comes up, and this big softie here is Luther, he's our medic." She grinned proudly, patting each of them on the shoulder in turn before continuing. "Now I need you two to get him cleaned up and patched up as best you can before we find out what happened to him. Okay?"

She looked down at User#1746436625338, studying his face for a moment. His cheeks were flushed from sleep and the warmth of her arms; he looked scared but trusting all at once. That was enough for Priscilla. Whatever the boy's past might have been, whatever trials lay ahead, she would do

"Of course he can sweet cheeks." She said reassuringly as she transferred him over to Luther's care. "Just let the big strong demi-human take it from here, okay? He'll make sure you feel better in no time." With that, she took a step back, eyeing the boy one last time before turning and heading towards the stairs. It was almost time for her to get back to running the brothel anyway; there were always customers to attend to, employees to keep track of. But as she disappeared up the steps, Priscilla couldn't shake the feeling that things were going to be different this time...

As they made their way through the lounge, Calia looked up from where she was arranging fresh bouquets of flowers at the front counter and smiled warmly at them both. "Is our new guest settled in, Luther?" she asked softly. Brunhilda rumbled something affirmative from where she stood guard near the stairs leading to the second floor. Luther nodded in response as he continued carrying User#1746436625338 through the dimly lit hallway, his expression gentle despite the large wings atop his shoulders nearly brushing against both walls. "He's going to need some time to rest," he said quietly. "Once I have him settled into a room and assessed his injuries, we can start on mending them." As they passed one of the empty bedrooms, its door slightly ajar revealing dusty curtains swaying gently in the