Chuckling low in his throat Kiel shifts in a little closer so he can get his arms around the boy to wrap the last bandage securely. “Dark dark chocolate, I can do that.” He murmurs, looking up at Zach with a smile. His fingers are nimble and move quickly as he finishes wrapping and secures the bandage in place with a strip of medical tape. Tucking away the rest of the supplies he scoops up the kit and stands up. Still directly in front of the boy he reaches up and brushes his hair back so he can look at his face better. “I'll be back right around the time the sun goes down. The cook from the parish will bring out a meal around lunch time, and the entire parish knows to keep an eye out for anyone trying to come on the grounds after you.” Ruffling the hair beneath his fingers he steps back with a smile. “You just get some rest for now. Everything will be alright little one.”

With that he turns back to the house and after dropping the kit just inside the front door and snatching up his wallet and pocket knife he heads out through the front gates. All morning he cases the west side, looking for anything new or out of place. The streets are as hard and rugged as ever, but right around noon a familiar looking pack of boys close in on him. Kiel smiles at them, and a couple new members seem ready for a fight. However a young man, about sixteen and a head shorter than the rest of them waves a hand for quiet. He steps forward, his hand held out in greeting. “Hey Kiel. Long time since you been on this side. We missed you.” His voice is rough, his habitual smoking habit evident in the ragged sound. With a smile Kiel moves right past the hand and the boy lets out a groan as the priest pulls him into a one armed hug. His other hand comes up to ruffle his hair and the teen pushes him away halfheartedly. The new kids exchange glances while the rest of the gang relaxes and begins wandering about the area.

The rather large ally is flanked on both sides by very tall apartment buildings, one of the ones nearest the street long abandoned. Smiling wide Kiel gives the young man a look of apology. “I'm sorry Den. A whore house on south side went out of business a couple months ago and I've been trying to help as many as I can before they split for. . . . “A better place” to ply their trade.” Den gives him a vaguely haunted look before looking away.

“Yeah, that's important man.” After a second his gaze returns to the father. “So, what are you doing over here then? Everything all taken care of now?”

Kiel shakes his head sadly. “Nope, just more bad new I'm afraid Den.” motioning to a nearby pile of crates and pallets he moves over and takes a seat on the rough wood. Den follows close behind and sits on a stack of crates. Fixing the teen with a serious look he asks, “Den, have you heard of any new gangs around. They would be violent, and willing to bloody up newcomers.”

The boy looks back at him, knowing better than to ask for more information than the priest was willing to give. “Nope, not in this area, but I will have my boys keep an eye out from guys like that.” A silent communication passes between the two and Den nods. [i]'No way I'll get anywhere near specific about who asked, and I won't even tell my boys about the “Attacking newcomers” part. They may be my boys, but for the right price, they'd sell out in a minute about Father Kiel and some new kid'[/i] Sliding off the crate pile he stands still and puts up with another hug before letting out a whistle and leading his gang out of the alley.

Kiel watches them go, a smile firmly planted on his lips as they push and play fight as they walk off deeper into the labyrinth of alley ways. With a sigh he checks his watch. [i]'They should be serving lunch about now. I hope Zach was able to get some sleep. . . .'[/i]