Philza had always had a knack for collecting scraps

Scraps that humans had thrown away, finding the trinkets and treasures useless as it didn't add to their monetary gain.

Leather-made pouches, shawls, rings, Jewellery, anything and all things Philza couldn't get his taloned hands on.

He adores the shiny things he collects, and the way the lights hit them so stunningly bright - oh, it was just such a thrill. Philza loved them.

Philza didn't need them, he was rich enough, but the joy of collecting and the thrill of the find is what kept up his little...hobby.

So, it's no surprise when he separates from the crowd, turning into an alley when a shine catches his eyes, hoping to find another small trinket he can pocket and bring home with him.

Instead, he finds something far, far better and far more precious than any treasure Philza could find.

A young boy, barely older than ten or twelve, curled up and shaking in a dirty old alleyway, his stunning golden hair catching on the sunlight that streams down from the roof of the alley.

They're wearing rags, clutching what seems to be a toy to his chest, but Philza isn't a hundred per cent sure.

Scooting further into the alley, Philza tilts his head down at the young boy, who is paying attention to the bundle in his arms.

Oh, yes. It's such a marvellous find. A stunning little treasure left alone, just for Philza to find.

Perfect.