<strong>Nick Voss<br/>Location:</strong>Across the street<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>No One<br/><br/>He wished he had a cigar. Maybe some body armour too.<br/><br/>Nick leaned back against one of the cars, crossing his arms as the first crews were dispatched. He felt a little envious of Ayr, strolling in with the succubus on one arm, and an elf not too far either. Not that he didn't understand why he was in his role, and he could deal, just, would be nice.<br/><br/>It was quite a motley crew, but maybe that was a good thing. Most of the established gangs were fairly focused on who should be allowed 'in' to their club, and not on what those individuals brought to the table. If Marchosias was going to make a run at shaking up the scene, this was one interesting way to do it.<br/>Very... left field.<br/><br/>Well, he might not have a cigar, but pretty soon he'd be in a good fight. Not the thick of it, but breakin heads nonetheless.