<em>Mrrshan</em><br/><br/>The slender rogue lay in his bed tossing fitfully, his athletic frame covered for the moment in nothing but his tiger patterned fur and the last corner of the sheet he had all but thrown off of himself. The room he was staying in wasn't the fanciest in the city, but it was far from the dingiest either. Sure, he could afford better, but he preferred to keep to a more middle class lifestyle and spend his gold on things that help to keep him alive.<br/><br/>He could never remember what it was that haunted his dreams... perhaps it was loneliness, or thoughts of the unattainable goals he always seemed to set for himself. He wasn't a victim by any stretch of the imagination, hadn't turned to his life of adventure- and that of a thief before that. He had become a thief because it seemed to suit him far better than making an 'honest' living, and then turned to adventure because it was something he realized he was good at. No, the things that made it hard to sleep at night were not some horrors of the past, but worry about his future. How long could he keep this up without getting seriously hurt?<br/><br/>This morning as he rolled over onto his side, his tail curling and his ears twitching, he seemed to sense the danger more acutely. Or was it just a presence, perhaps the unwanted attention that tended to be given to an up and coming 'star' such as himself. For the most part, Mrrshan was happy to remain more elusive, things seemed much simpler that way.  But if someone was indeed watching him...<br/><br/>Slowly, with practiced nonchalance, the catfolk rogue stretched and let out a protracted purring yawn. He roll to his other side as if he didn't have a care in the world, slowly turning to face what or whoever it was that might be lurking in the corner of his room.