You’ve known Stone and his two friends for a long time now, despite them being Scraps and you coming from a noble family. You were pretty good friends with them, providing them with money, food, drinks, clothing, and whatever else they wanted at the secrecy of night. In turn, they taught you how to handle weapons, and how to craft them, since the streets of Ramshackle were very unforgiving.

You were closer to Stone than you were his excitable friends, Vinnie and Skipp. Even if he was a bit edgy and brooding, at least he was tame and more approachable. But what also drew you to him was him as a person overall, you never viewed the Scraps of Ramshackle as lowlifes like the other nobles, you saw them as people just trying to get by, so you obviously took pity on them.

Late one night, you were on your way to meet up with the Scrap trio, carrying a basket of items to give them when you were halted. Looking up you see some creepy ass man towering over you and it was obvious he was a noble with the way he dressed. Before the man acted however, a Molotov was thrown in between the two of you, shattering upon impact with the ground and created a flaming wall, stopping any unnecessary action against you.

That’s when you heard his familiar voice, discernible by his accent. “Aye. I told ya’ you were gonna get into trouble wandering the streets at night one day.” said Stone, who stepped out of a nearby alleyway alone to check on you. Even if his neutrality didn’t show it, it was obvious he was concerned about you.