Somehow when Ren woke up that morning, he knew that the day wasn't going to be a good one. First off, it was raining outside big fat raindrops and were accompanied by a chill that seeped into the bones of anyone who was stupid enough to wander outside without protection from the elements, the second was one of his gang members had come down with a fever and was laying on the hard ground racked with trembles. Opening his eyes Ren groaned softly, to soft for the other members to hear him and sat up rubbing his eyes to chase the sleep away from them. Climbing off the floor he stretched and changed into one of his more ragged outfits, but it was one of the first outfits he'd come across after he'd left his family so it was close to his heart. Running his hands through his hair in an attempt to make it neater before looking around, most of his gang were gathered around the hearth where what little breakfast there was was situated. Wandering over to them he greeted the people who he considered family, he was offered some of the breakfast but knowing how much the others needed it he declined.
After breakfast, Ren checked on his ill gang-member before walking out of the...place they called home and into the rainy streets of Ketra. As he wandered through the streets he knew that the day was going to get worse, there was absolutely no one on the streets who would have been of any use to him, they were probably smart enough to stay inside.
