A woman called out to him, telling Jasper to quiet down. He froze, sealing his lips shut. She then asked if he knew who put him in such a precarious situation. Jasper was about to elate a sarcastic remark about being quiet, but her scythe swinging caught him off guard. He yelped in terror as the blade came down, fearing that his pitiful life would end on this god forsaken street in Yharnam. Fortunately, the woman had other plans. Jasper felt the joyous relief of freedom  as the scythe sliced through the rusty chains holding him captive. He jumped to his feet and stretched his arms long and wide, welcoming the rush of blood circulating through his extremities once more.

"Thank you kind stranger. My name is Jasper, and no, I don't know the bastards who did this to me. Are you a hunter?" The blonde-haired chef stared at his rescuer curiously. She didn't look like a hunter. Was she young? Pretty? It was too hard to tell in the dark. Whatever the case was, she was capable of handling herself out here, alone. "We need to get out of sight!. Do you know of a safe place to take refuge?" He hoped her response was a definite yes, one that provided ample food and water. God, was he starving. 

[@The Dow Dragon]