<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">It was Nine AM but the Nighthawk’s headquarters were loud and packed.  Outside the sky was light, but headquarters existed in a perpetual midnight, never arriving at morning or last call.  In this place, the Nighthawks would always have a home, or at the very least, something like it.  Keegan was to thank for that.  However, his personality was neither warm nor welcoming.  Keegan was a bastard.  The brutal manner in which he discharged with his business suggested that he wasn’t interested in friends despite having founded this relative safe haven for the city’s thieves.  A nervous looking gnome  emerged from a door located behind the bar.  Keegan’s office was located back there.  Despite living on one of the upper floors of this building and working on the main floor Keegan rarely joined his followers for drinks and when he did it was exclusively fireflies.  He schooled everyone in that bar and no one could keep pace with him, though a sorry few tried.  The gnome, nicknamed Mayor climbed up on the bar with extreme difficulty and nearly tumbled off of it.  He stood beside the mask over the bar, the sacred symbol of Quorlinn.  The gnome was barely visible above the mismatched crowd and he had to scream and ultimately whistle loudly to get silence in the joint.  “His…his…leaderliness would care to see…Mr. Gudgeon, Mr. Sticks, and Mr. Miscreant…” the gnome called in a nervous voice.  The gnome was the only one who used honorifics among their number and was repeatedly berated and sometimes abused by Keegan for calling him “leaderliness”.  In addition he was overweight, wore a top hat, and dealt with most of the club’s daily operations.  For this reason he had been dubbed “The Mayor”.  Gudeon and Sticks stirred nervously wondering what they'd done and began proceeding toward the back room.</span>