Thallos sat up on the edge of his bed with a groan.
In spite of his very profitable wage, he lived only slightly better than the average citizen, and even in the rather nice apartment he had there were still chances the owner could have him thrown out if enough friends of his came to him with a bad word on Thallos' part, so he made sure to watch his connections and strike as little as possible.
This morning, however, was one of the worst he ever had. He rubbed his aching heel with the most bitter of expressions before standing up and stalking to his hanging wardrobe. He was already late for his routine inspection of the city streets and the populous therein, and pushing it too much more would alert the Triumvirate.