Graaver woke up with a start not sure what time it was.  Hr kept his small home very dark most of the time.  The place had one high window which he kept covered most of the time.  He did not wany people to see his workshop which housed numerous illegal items.  He rubbed sleep from his eyes still tired from last nights frantic period of trying to move his wares.  He never slept for long now a days, since he started selling poisons,  you never knew who might stab you in the back in this scum ridden city.  He sat down at his table and ate some old bread he had at home.  He never kept much food at home, he prefered to buy from a vendor and eat whilehe was out and about in the city.  Its always a bad idea to keep food and poison at home he reflected lightly.<br/><br/>Normally he would spend the days working on his craft, but today he was up early to go to the bazar, he needed fresh supplys and a few other personal items.  Graaver washed himself with soap, taking extra time on his hands.  As he dressed and donned all his gear he stopped to give his gloves a good wipeing down.  He was about to put them on when he looked at his poisons stashed away and then back at his hands.  "i should wash again" he said to himself. once he was dressed he grabbed his back pack and headed outside into the morning.