The middle class wasn’t really… a thing in Crurrila. Either you were a rich noble, or in crippling poverty. There wasn’t many people that were neither filthy rich or poor, but you happened to be one of them.

Sure, you had money- not a godawful amount of it- but you had money. You’d been on a casual stroll through one of the better maintained streets, when you were suddenly roughly shoved into an alley, pinned the the wall while a knife was swiftly pressed to your throat.

“Don’t make a sound. Just empty your pockets, and you’ll get out with your life.” A man snarled quietly from behind you, and the sound of a tail lashing against the ground make you realize exactly who was behind you.

Elio. A known thief, who’s made quite a name for himself by killing and robbing nobles- and here he was, demanding you give up your coin- or pay with your life.