<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/1cfb2fa2-9f8c-49d4-9d3c-d36385cf0014_zps3dccdadc.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Garmr<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Outside Alexander Shaw's Manse<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 12:30 am<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Saxa?<br/><br/>Garmr chuckled into the phone, "Not a problem. I actually expected to leave a voice mail, but it's good to hear there are other night owls like myself out." Garmr climbed onto the back of his bike, pulling the strap on his bad to cinch it closer to the small of his bike, "I understand you're researching a story on this vigilante in the city. I've got some pictures and information on here that I'm looking to sell. Is that something you might be interested in? I could meet you now." Garmr didn't do subtlety too well, and had no reason to suspect anything except a normal mortal.