Lorenzo was on his way to retire for the day, hands deftly unfastening his coat as he came up to the convent. While passing through the courtyard he hears the gentle swish of water and looks over, his eyes widening. Sitting atop the cold stone of the well in the distance was a beautiful girl, combing through her hair with what looked like a pearl comb. Her lips were parted as she sang a soft melody, the tune floating along the night breeze.

He narrows his eyes to focus his vision as he begins making his way towards the woman on the well. "Hey," Once he reaches her, he puts his hand on her shoulder to turn her around, scaring the woman. He watches as she turns, eyes big and doll-like as she stares up into his own. "Are you lost?" Lorenzo asks the girl, eyes flickering down to that expensive pearl comb in her hand, her soft hair in her other. When she doesn't respond, he raises an eyebrow, then snaps in front of her face as if she was a dumb animal.