<div class="floatleft">(http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t372/Macross84/John%20smith_zpsrs16t7xg.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>John Smith<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Inspector<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Sept. 15, Mid-Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mara, Open<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>John continued to walk around the courtyard, carefully scrutinizing the layout, and looking for any flaws in the design and Magic that would keep this place secure, and hidden from the prying eyes of humanity. So far from what he could see, whomever constructed this space was quite thorough. That will put his superiors minds somewhat at ease, as well as the Fae Council Members about this whole affair. Some would think they were being overly cautious by assigning an Inspector to watch the place nearly 24 hours a day 7 Days a week. Still others felt that just one Inspector was not enough. Particularly considering the location of the establishment being in a very dense human population center. Time will only tell if this gamble will reap dividends, or endanger all of Fae and Human kind.<br/><br/>John was standing beside the Koi pond watching the large fish swim about, congregating to his shadow eager for some handouts. Sadly he would not have any to give this day. As he stood there, his ears picked up a soft gasp from behind. He didn't register it at first. John was aware he was not alone in the courtyard for some time. Someone from the Cafe followed him. It was to be expected, but whom was it that followed him. The silence in which the person moved, and the tone of the gasp did not seem to belong to the masculine denizens of the Cafe, so that only left female.<br/><br/>After what he felt was significant time, John turned to face Mara. His feet were shoulder width apart, and his hands clasped in front of him. Though the sun was facing him, the black shades of his sunglasses reflected absolutely no light and he can see her perfectly. In a crowd, it would have been quite easy to over look him as it is what his outward appearance was tailored to do. Create a veneer that was easily dismissed as a trick of the eye. Strangely even now, it seemed as if he was trying to blend into the background even amongst so much greenry, and nature. "Good afternoon Miss Faun. May I ask what business you have with me?" John asked in an neutral tone that was neither threatening, nor welcoming.<br/>