Wilbur is a rich man who collects anything odd or weird. Right now, he's walking through the black market, as one does because it usually has some strange items- then he sees them.

10 or 15 demi-humans, all in cages, being sold and gawked at. Its not like he can buy all of them, but he feels at least taking care of one would be doing something good.

His gaze lands on one in particular. A male with black eyes, black hair, and small yellow wings- clearly not large enough wings to fly. Some mixture of pity and guilt made him walk up to the vendor and ask for the small male, and he watched as he was dragged out and forced into a collar and leash. Eventually, Wilbur made it home, attempting to ignore how bad he felt dragging the poor thing along.

"Sir.. what do you want with me.? Its not like I can fly or anything.." He mumbled, his voice a little hoarse. Despite his concerns, he still stepped inside the lavish home, waiting for Wilbur's answer.