Jin didn?t spend a lot of time not working, despite what others kept telling him. He found that when they asked him why, he never had a good answer. It was never something particularly important to him, definitely not on the scale of his work.

He was in his apartment. It was a small space, with only the barest necessities at his disposal. But it served its purpose, since he lived alone and very rarely ever had company over. There was a small chair he liked to sit in when reviewing his notes, which he was perched in late into the evening. His brow was creased with thought, lips pulled into a faint frown as he considered a conversation he recently had with Aoife.

The cake was on his counter. It smelled delicious. He hadn?t taken a slice yet, but he had every intention of trying it.

She hadn?t really asked outright if he might have had company when she was dropping the cake off, but the question was clear enough. Jin considered his answer, which of course was a no. He didn?t spend a lot of time speaking with people if it wasn?t about business.

It?s why he worked so much. Because that?s all he had. His nights at the inn left him unfulfilled, he generally left that particular establishment more concerned or frustrated than he did joyful and happy. If he wasn?t on the butt end of a joke that was becoming increasingly old with the passing days, he was arguing with Aoife about sleeping, or countless other things. Or he was arguing with someone else about laws or morality.

He missed home.

He never thought he?d miss it. It wasn?t a bad place to live, but it wasn?t exciting. There was little conflict. There was little passion. It was all too organized. And when he came to Rhy?Din, he found the exact opposite of what he?d become accustomed to. No organizations directly ruling the city. Sure, there was a government, a governor, ministries, but how many people willingly subjected themselves to control?

It was refreshing, the chaos that Rhy?Din greeted him with. Its inconstancies were like a splash of cold water. But now he just missed home. His city had been a simple place. His life, while not exciting, was a good one. He had a few friends, they were good people, he had a good job, and he was well known and respected. Here, he was the odd detective in a den of thieves or cynical skeptics. He was a no name, and that in itself wasn?t much of a problem. Fame hadn?t been the reason he became a detective.

He couldn?t quite place his finger on it. But he missed home, and he found himself growing impatient with Rhy?Din, disenchanted and disheartened.

Such is life.