Oculum Matchstick, Spy

Honestly, she was just sick of it. The lifestyle.

First, obviously, there's the paranoia. Having to painstakingly track the source of every telegram and package you receive. Always looking over your shoulder, retracing your steps.

But also, it was just tedious. Having to keep seventeen different code variations in mind? Obnoxious. A code you use when speaking to your bosses, a code you use when speaking to your friends. Normal people don't use ANY code when they speak. They just... talk to each other.

Tell me about a Warrior.

Aurum Constellar, Ship's Bard

Despite his best efforts, Aurum became obsessed with the source of the strange new light in the sky. They drew new constellation maps, wrote new songs to try and explain its glory. It drew them away from their work. It consumed their entire being.

So what if he took a little off the top? He had a tougher job than everyone else. He had to memorize the tax codes, and the account numbers, the source of his clients' income, and everyone’s weird little quirks of where they wanted their money kept. He earned that money, and he would keep it by any means necessary.