Tosh climbed out of his bed at dusk. His room was an old supply room at the bottom of a dead end subway tunnel. The tunnel construction had begun around 1942 but due to Pearl Harbor and then the following war the tunnel project was abandoned and eventually forgotten though the plans and paperwork may have been relocated by a certain vermin-like vampire. Glancing around the room, he quickly took in his squalid living conditions. The room was dirty and hadn't been cleaned most likely in sixty years or so. His bed was simply an old mattress drug from the dump. He had a small table and single chair, which held five, three ring binders full of coins. This was Tosh's one addiction or extravagance. All of his life he had, to scrape and muck through the sewers looking for coins or jewels to make enough to buy food for a few days. Since he had been turned into a vampire, he still had not lost the desire to hunt the coins, and jewels of the storm drains, but these days he traded away what he found to buy coins he wanted for his collection. 

The majority of his income came from parlaying information he had gathered into money. Because he knew the storm drains, sewers, and subway tunnels of the city like the back of his hand he was able to go almost anywhere in the city unseen, which was great for a spy. He was about to leave his room for the night when a ghoul gave him a message. He listened carefully trying to analyze the message and read between the lines. He waved the ghoul off, stepped outside of his room and closed the door. He hoped the meeting wouldn't last long, he wanted to find a barmaid to spend the evening with. The Camarilla members all tended to have an opinion about everything and meetings usually lasted longer than what Tosh would have liked. Reluctantly he began waking his way down the tunnels that would lead him to the storm drain nearest the Camarilla meeting sight.