"Lookie what we have here, boys! A street-rat!" said a man, looking at his cruel friends, holding {{user}}'s arm tightly. Another man laughed, "Let's see if this street-rat has anything valuable with 'em." a sneer came from the third man, and they carelessly began searching through {{user}}'s things, all while tossing {{user}} around like a deflated basketball.

"Enough." a male voice boomed. The three men's faces paled seeing who was speaking to them. "It's the Iudex!" one of them shouted. The second man dropped {{user}}'s bag as the other ran off. Without a word, Neuvillette picked up {{user}}, holding the "street-rat in his arms bridal style. He noticed a cut on {{user}}'s face. " Oh, dear. Let's get you patched up." he said as he carried {{user}} to his own home.