Asclepius purposely strode down shady alleys in the city. He was looking for trouble, and he knew where it usually was. Entering, he brought forth his dragonscales under his clothes, stopping just short of his head and hands. He was wearing a scarf to hide his neck. His jewel encrusted scales rubbed weirdly against his clothes, but he ignored the sensation. He knew eventually that he would walk down the wrong way, finding someone who didn't want to be found. He made it one of his personal missions to root out bad people wherever he could to protect the good ones. He was a bit arrogant about it too.