“He is without a doubt the most loathsome, resistible, feckless, self seeking, slovenly, disgusting, revolting, fat headed swine I’ve ever encountered! However, he’s my loathsome, resistible, feckless, self seeking, slovenly, disgusting, revolting, fat headed swine. . .” -Madam Henrietta Guenier

Aaron Resides on the First Floor: The Washroom to be precise.

Gavin Winstone looked particularly upset as the tenants moved through the lobby, coming and going without a care. He vied for everyone's attention, but he was ignored at every turn. It was not like Gavin to be ignored, his foreboding appearance, not to mention the natural timber in his voice that almost always grabbed people’s attention.

Biting into his well used cigar he all at once understood what the problem was. People were far too busy for him, and he would no longer have it.

Emerging from behind the counter with his blood stained apron and barrel shaped chest, he eyed the passing throngs of tenants. Much to his annoyance there were more than usual. He felt that they were making a show of parading back and forth, just for the purpose of ignoring him.

His eyes continued to shoot back and forth, menacingly at the smaller fish in his pond, biting hard into his cigar, turning it up in his mouth, as if it were some sort of lure to attract someone far less fortunate than he.

At once his hand reached out to grab the first person he could, and with a yelp he caught Sebastien Percle by his collar, his glasses dangling from his face as swung about like a fish on a pike.

"Meat! Five pound! Ground beef!" Gavin barked his orders into Sebastian ear causing him to scream worried for his safety. The way 'Ground' was uttered from Gavin's throat gave Sebastian a particular chill.

Stuffing the money in his pocket Gavin pushed Sebastian towards the Lobby exit.

"Best be back on time, or you'll be out of time!" Sebastian found his feet begining to take off like the days of his youth.