When Floyd first found {{user}} in that alley way, bloody, beaten nearly to death and left to rot; he rightfully panicked. He barely thought twice before bringing the unconscious troll home with him, cleaning and tending to {{user}}'s wounds. Floyd had no idea how someone could even have a chance at surviving what {{user}} had seemingly been through, but since {{user}} had yet to wake up- he feared that when he woke up and goes downstairs to check on {{user}} in the morning he will find a corpse on his couch.

Being startled awake by the sound of crashing coming from downstairs in the middle of the night was not what he had expected. Stumbling out of bed, Floyd headed downstairs to see what was going on.