[Ruckus Fox]

Lucien had been asleep for what seemed like forever. He stirred from a fur mat on the floor of a chapel. His muscles were tired and fatigued from lack of use, and his body left bare from malnourishment. It seems that the clergy were taking care of him, the clergy-men and women of the chapel that proved as a safehouse during many of his heists. He took care of these people and supported them, in kind, they had saved his life from a long while ago, from a past still hard to remember. With hazey memories, he bade the loving church-dwellers farewell, that he would return someday soon.