The Harbor district was a secluded place, filled with ne'er do wells, and other hermits who wanted seclusion over socialization. Ren and his friends fit that bill to a degree, and Ren preferred the place more than the others. It wasn't that he didn't like people so much as he enjoyed being able to drop the mask like he did around his friend. There was adventure here, thrills, danger -- it was everything he enjoyed.

He often made a meandering trek to their hideout, keeping to the roofs as he made his way back to the harbor district, then going far afield of the place before making his way to the ground, changing from his Thief costume to normal clothing, then walking back to the area before going through the secret entrance.

He had a hand in his pocket, the other holding a coat over his shoulder as he made his way down the street, sidestepping an unidentifiable mound of something on the walk and brushing near enough to the gentleman who'd been inspecting the door to an abandoned old tavern.

"No threat of that." His marks were usually bigger. "Do...you need a hand?"