A small thing, but not unimportant. The streets are well-lit, but for the most part quiet—a small burst of light and laughter as a group stumbles from a tavern further down the road. Drunk, stupid, and irrelevant. Rinzler ignores them, shrugging in reply.

Population: weak.

And yet, somehow, still threats. How contradictory. Irritating, most of all. What does that imply about him?