Lee felt disgusted and very confused upon sight, but concealed it very well. He reached into his black shoulder bag and pulled out his ID. He was born in Wesminster, London, age 23. After glancing at his ID once more, he handed it to the troll in blue.<br/><br/>"I hope this is suitable gentlemen?"<br/><br/>Lee patted down the small creases in his white dress shirt and black jeans. He could have ironed them more, but what's a man to do in a hurry? He had just left his apartment in Rector, which was an area about 20 minutes away, filled with run down buildings and empty pubs. Not quite an alcoholic...or maybe so...Lee fancied a good drink and would travel anywhere for anything worth it. He'd do the same for weaponry, but that's another story.<br/>Watching the beast glare at his card, he found himself playing with a piece of paper stuck under his boot.