Jumbyll leaned back in his chair, three pairs of hands behind his head, two pairs resting on his stomach, a pair of hands in his pockets, a hand repeatedly flipping a copper coin and catching it, and the rest dangling at his side. It was a slow day in his shop on the third tier. He wondered why nobody had come in. While he specialized in making clothes for races that weren't fully humanoid, such as ones with tails, extra limbs like himself, or who's body shape wasn't even close to huanoid, he still had a couple of humans and elves come in for his regular clothing. It wasn't usual for no races of any kind come in. As he focused on the copper coin, going up and down, up and down, his thoughts were interrupted by his dropping of the coin and subsequent falling back onto the ground.

[i]I really should stop leaning back in chairs.[/i] he thought, irritated by his genetic stupidity. He got back up and repositioned the chair. He picked up the copper and stashed it in his pocket, sitting back in the chair in an upright position. It wasn't long until he was back in the same position from earlier, leaning back, flipping his coin. It also wasn't long before he dropped the coin again and fell back. Yep, it was going to be a long day.