The pale blue Glaeris leaned against the alleyway's stone walls, freezing rain pouring down hard and doing nothing but making the thin cloak over his face cling to him in an uncomfortable sort of way. After becoming a fugitive and loosing the pirate gangs that once worked for him, he was largely on his own. With his ego in tatters, he slumps back and drops to the floor of the alleyway, tail splatting in the mud. He had no idea that he was being watched.