Anthony leaned against a wall, watching the streets with a disinterested look in his eye. It was dark outside, and cold enough that he would shiver if it wouldn't make him seem vulnerable. However, as that was likely, he didn't. Though he had hunted himself a good catch yesterday, and got enough money out of it to survive at least another few days, his ambition and hunger for chaos knows no ends. It was as such, then, that he remained leaning against the wall, waiting for any sort of interesting person to pass by so that he could relieve them of their material possessions. 

Though it seemed to him that there won't be anyone noteworthy coming along this way anytime soon, he was unaware of how untrue that assumption was.