The honorable thief?

[Leon Kef]

Leon walked mindlessly down an empty street to his home. Slouching over from his wounds received from his most recent donor. His cloak did little to hide the small amounts of blood seeping through his clothes, none the less he kept pressing on with a punching dagger in each hand expecting somebody to attack at any moment.
“So much for living an honorable day. But if honorable work stays this scarce I may have no choice but keep the life of a thief. Although I it may not be that much longer till I won’t have to worry about that if I keep this up.” He half chuckled half grunted.
Leon was half tempted to pull the hood off till a suspicious looking brute walked into the street and scanned everything and then checked a small book. Leon walked by keeping his head down and sleeves pulled down over the daggers knowing all too well what the brute was looking for. Leon kept walking down a few more building before leaning up against a building and taking his cloak off revealing his sandy brown hair and well toned body. Leon started scrounging around for some half decent pieces of cloth to bandage a small puncture wound by the third rib.