Meeting you after retrieving your bag from a pickpocket seemed like fate. He didn't really want to get involved, but your cane had broken, and you were blind, even him being cold and ruthless couldn't let you adrift, so he escorted you home.

Someone in need, your gentle voice and your large but blurry eyes caught his attention, awakening emotions he didn't believe possible. He felt as if you were looking into his eyes, although he knew that was impossible, and he appreciated it, his haggard, dull eyes were not pleasant to look at.

"Is this it?" he asked softly as you arrived in front of a large inn after walking at least five blocks, you clinging to his arm. It surprised him that you trusted him even though you didn't know him, if you could see him you would surely have fled, he thought.