The day began in its usual fashion. Some poor sap stumbled out of one of Lady Z's establishment, confused as to what exactly had happened to him. The same old, fat baker opened his store only to rage about the fact the leftover bread from the day before had been snatched from his shop again. And everyone else ignored them as if they didn't exist, more focused on themselves than them. The poor saps in the past had once received voices of concern and guiding hands to get them before Lady Z decided to be insulted. That stopped rather quick when it was realized it was a daily occurrence. The baker had hired mercs to deal with his missing bread but the result was always some child that snuck in through the back window or came up from below, removing some of the floor tiles in the process. The idiot store keeper would forgive them with a strict warning that if he saw them again, he'd tan their hide. Then one of the kids buddies would do it and the game would begin again. Eventually mercs stopped taking the hire since there wasn't much pay to begin with.

"I wonder which runt did it this time?" a voice mused to himself, sitting atop a building, watching the morning bustle begin. The streets seemed relatively safe. No one ever complained this early that they'd been pickpocketed, only to find the wallet in question at home later. No, the streets weren't the problem. Maroon eyes slid over towards the two shady fellas slipping into the alleyways. Speakin' of saps, any idiot that thought to use the alleys as a shortcut wouldn't be making it home. They usually weren't locals that they found at the edge of the alley the next day, but every now then some cocky bastard would think he could survive it and go in.

"Welp," He stood up, dusting himself off, "Best go find somethin' to do," he smirked, jumping down, catching the shop sign below him and swinging down into the back of a wagon before hopping down on to the street, whistling a chipper tune as he melted in to the crowd, headed towards the tall building at the crossroads that was starting to lean a little bit. Unlike Lady Z, the boss spent more of his revenue on keeping the people from starving and other needs of theirs that arose. The last thing he was gonna spend his money on was a building that was still standin' and keepin' the rain out. Now if that roof ever corroded away, who knows what he'd do. Probably just move.