Clairance is making his routine rounds along the street. The townhouses here need little police attention, of course, but the officer is eager to spot any trouble that may revolve in or around the local pub. Clairance walks with his hands clasped behind his back, his green eyes constantly surveying and scanning the area as he walks. His pace is ginger and not filled with haste, although it could not well be described as 'leisurely' either -- an average pace.