Aimery was out enjoying a night off, having spent his first paycheck on a somewhat more casual outfit than his usual suits then worn it out socializing and drinking. He managed to do the latter in moderation, but even his mild inebriation made finding his way back to Brock Marsh difficult; he regretted heading back to a bar he'd found near Mog Hill and knew he should have picked a place closer to 'home'.

Alone, tipsy, and as defenseless-looking as he was, Aimery appeared a perfect target for a trio of muggers when he happened down the wrong street. He heard their shout as they came up behind him, but he dismissed it as a group of drunks right up until he was shoved face-first against a brick wall. He yelped and twisted away, stumbling to the ground with one hand covering his now bloody nose, glaring up at them. Fear hadn't set in yet, he was still warmed from the liquor and knowledge that he could just choose to walk away made him smart off to them. "Thanks."

"No problem," one of them barked back at him before giving him a hard kick in the ribs. A kick that somehow landed despite his attempt to choose otherwise. That was when Aimery got scared- somehow, it wasn't working.