[color=a187be][h3][center]Zeki Glaedwine[/center][/h3][/color]

Zeki hummed to himself as he set up the shop a little more. He acted more like he was preparing for the day rather than closing it, or leading a citywide rebellion against Prae supression of his kind. Honestly, that hardly bothered him in the least. It was the humans being oppressed that bothered him the most. The plate of brownies in the back almost seemed ironic. They were store bought, as Zeki's cooking could only be described as disastrous. It had actually been the first trip he'd taken to the store in months, nothing he needed could generally be bought at one.

So, as he set out paper plates, a knocking came at the side door of the shop. The sounded turned his mood from happy to elated. He wondered what sort of person it would be. Maybe even a spy. He smirked at the thought. It was early though.

[color=a187be]"Let them try. Let them try." [/color]

He carefully peaked through the peephole. The door opened immediately, a perplexed look on Zeki's face, who couldn't believe his eyes.

[color=a187be]"Professor? I certainly didn't expect to see you arrive early, or really at all to be honest. That's why I love humans, they- My word. What have you gotten yourself into?" [/color]

Zeki moved quickly to the man's side (the one he was not currently holding), to help him inside the shop.

[color=a187be]"I do think you have a rather curious tale of how you received that. Help from the Prae is always available at [i]The Twilight Spirit[/i]."[/color]

Once inside, Zeki looked at again at Aeon, indecision in his face. His voice dropped from mirthful to unusually serious.

[color=662d91]"How bad is it? If you are here, am I right to assume it was a Prae? Or a lackey? Do you have any... means of healing?"[/color]

Shelter, he could provide. Anything more? That depended on the severity. Zeki was hesitant to use any magic, it left him vulnerable. He was also hesitant to lose any potential ally. If it was a government Prae that did this though, hospitals wouldn't be safe. It was how he'd lost his last errand girl. Granted, the hospital trip was more her own fault. Zeki had no knowledge of any of Charles's skills, as far as he knew, he was simply a professor.