<strong>Name:</strong>Marc<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rutilus, Zed, Ayr<br/><br/>The nephilim let out a soft chuckle as the centaur came in and tried to sound so cordial and formal toward the archon and the fae, despite one's double having its mouth impaled on the other's cock. "I never though I'd see the day where a centaur left the Unleashed. They usually have a hard time getting through doors at the other gang hideouts," he said in a well-meaning joke, leaning forward and setting his glass on the table as he sized the man up. He was big, like any centaur, but slighter than the average soldier. He was well-groomed, too, so he certainly looked like someone who would rather gain allies than eliminate enemies.<br/><br/>"I thought it might be best to have a good negotiator around in case anything goes wrong with some of the bigger trouble-makers in the group tonight. I'll be having a few come up soon, if you want to stick around."