Hercules was in his shop. A tailors shop. He started it a few years ago and it had gained quite a bit of traction! He rather enjoyed working there, and customers liked his work.

He was behind the counter, working in perfecting a new stitch at the moment. He groaned and let out a yawn. It was evening hours, the store was closing in almost half an hour. He considered closing early, but figured he could use the time to practice stitching.