Though the atmosphere was grim, Amon did not let the influence of it touch his own bearing, keeping his demeanor attentive and resolute as he took up a patrol circuit through the Puddles. That there was disease, poisons, monsters and the like meant that there were people suffering from disease, poisons and monsters. Patrols such as his own were a way of offering an alternative to just accepting a quality of life that the city itself seemed to have done nothing about. Or so he hoped to convince his superiors of with a few successes under his belt of both hammering brigandage and earning the trust of the locals.