Sleeth sat within his family manor, listening to the constant bickering. Ridician households held many families that acted as one to the outside world making it seemed as though they were incest when brothers married sisters though in truth there were eight families within the large manor and since marriage didn't exist to them, being technical in-laws didn't stop them from breeding again. Sleeth however had no interest bin this system. Though he was honor bound to one day return to bear a child of pure Ridician blood, he had a long time to go and explore, and give him a break from the pestering.

 In a household of his kind he was average looking, the high cheeks and full lips were common amongst all of his people but to a human they could be masterpieces to rival the Elves. However he didn't particularly like humans all that much. If not for his speed, agility and masterful practice of the martial arts they had passed down he'd have little appeal as anything but necessity to keep the blood flowing. 

He fastened his cloak that proudly bore his family crest on one shoulder and his households on another. He stepped out into the streets, they didn't believe in good byes, those were for suicide missions. Leaving without word was a promise to come back or die. With his blades fastened to his back along with several concealed knives and a pouch of coins for board he set out. He hadn't been outside of the walls in years, and had to go and get his papers so he'd be allowed back in the city. Surely he wouldn't need them but it was to be on the safe side. Last time there were new guards at the gates who didn't recognize him and he had to wait until the shifts changed to go home.