He was an underworld worker, being there to let pass, deny entry or exit, Second Checkpoint, the worst. Despite having been in this job for centuries, he was still cautious, trying to keep his nervousness at bay, but, many times he would let escape a nervous giggle.

He sighed, watching briefly at the centaur who growled and went away, leaving all his jewelry and suitcases at the Inspection Department, since he had been denied and reported, Keen rubbed his temple, a way to relax even for a little while.