::The Landlord shimmers in and waits, while rubbing something from his shoe onto the floor::

:: Shem walks in just in time to catch the Landlord smear the substance onto the floor.

He looks at the landlord with concern more then anything else. ::

(I wonder what species he actually is...)

"The place is great, thanks."

::He looks around a bit more to see if everything is in order then turns to the landlord and adds... ::

"You're welcome to come around any time, for a few drinks or whatever."

::Shem then produces another fake smile for him.::

::The landlord coughs in Shem's face, ignoring his attempts at socialising and throws him a red orb::

"This will glow if there's an intruder. Which there probably will be considering this place has teleportation and on foot access."

::He shimmers away::

“Haha, what a vile little creature, perhaps I will depose of him in the near future.”

:: Shem talks to himself as he grabs a cloth and wipes whatever he may have on his face from the Landlord’s cough. He then wets the cloth to wipe up the filth left on the floor and proceeds to throw it in the rubbish. ::

(What was that?)

:: He looks around his place a little more thoroughly and makes sure everything is order.
He locks the door and slips the orb into his pocket. ::

(Hmm…)

:: Shem walks up to the wall, places his hands above his head and onto the wall, then follows with his feet.

Shem slowly crawls up the wall and continues onto the roof.::

(Excellent.)

:: As he approaches the middle of the roof, he tries to pick up his pace but looses his grip and falls on the conveniently placed sofa. ::

“I’d better get a weapon until my powers are stronger.”

:: Shem exits his penthouse, making sure the door is locked and heads to The Market.::