Sawyer was surprised when he heard of the night club recently, though he was mostly surprised it had avoided his knowledge for so long.  He generally had a good bit of information about underground operations.   Either way, once he had heard word of it, he  had started coming regularly.  Though no long term patron, a few people were started to recognize his face over the past two weeks.  He had just arrived, and quickly decided to make his way to the stage room.  The large, burly worgen crouched as his 8'1 frame nearly caused him to hit his head on a fixture, muttering something under his breath as he shifted back into his human form.  It wasn't that the place was too small so much as he didn't want to have to dance around certain areas if he didn't have too.<br/><br/>Sawyer was large even outside of his transformation, standing at six and a half feet and being constructed of mostly firmly built muscle.  Resting on his head was a pair of intricate mechanical goggles that created quiet noise from a variety of moving parts.   His hair was exceptionally long, running down his back, and looked as if the man took very good care of it.  Brown eyes darted about the room as the sound of the moaning caught his attention, causing him to turn to face the stage.  A smirk crossed his lips as he let out a whistle.  The man dug out a cigarette and lit it with what appeared to be some manner of engineered zippo.  His clothes didn't seem to be anything special, the man seeming to have chose a rather casual wardrobe that suited him well.  An open, dark blue blouse shirt much akin to what a sailor or peasant might be seen wearing allowed for him to show off his toned physique, and his pants were just long, fitting black cloth.   His boots were a bit more complicated.  Though they appeared to mostly be leather boots with buckles, it appeared as if someone had tinkered with them in one way or another.<br/><br/>He took a long drag as his eyes began to scan the room again before falling upon Theresa, noting her laughter.  The man began to make his way over, raising his rich baritone voice just enough so that he could be heard above the crowd.<br/><br/>"Enjoying the show?"  He'd flick ash off the end of his cigarette as he walked over, polite enough to hold it out of the way so smoke didn't fly in her face.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>