Glath had finished the errands he was told to do he had taken things to the cleaners to be washed and get the blood out and other usual things. He was the kinda guy who does what he is told no questions asked. Glath was currently walking through an alley passing various drug dealers who have taken to calling him Cloak for he was seen mostly wearing a black cloak that made him look like a shadow during the night. He was now heading towards where he expected he'd be needed at, he had no idea where but was going on natural instinct which had yet to fail him.<br/><br/>(Best I can think of right now.)