<strong>Ogrin</strong><br/><br/>In a crummy apartment in a bad part of town, another thug like any other rolled out of bed after a long, drunken night.  "Fuckin' A," he grumbled as he rolled out of bed.  "I need to get some better shit to drink," he grumbled to himself.  He fumbled through bleary eyes with the soykaf maker.  It was cheap and bitter, but it did its job.  "Hmm?" he grumbled as he saw the message on his communicator and casually read the message.  "Ha, about time some work came around....Hanging Gardens? That ritzy place? 'gotta go with my best then!"<br/><br/>The troll jumped in the extra sized shower and even brushed his teeth.  "'Gotta be all respectable," he said as he brushed his teeth.  He shaved his five o'clock shadow off before changing into his best clothes: a pair of ripped blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and a leather vest emblazoned with the 'Hell's Angels' and 1% symbol.<br/><br/>The troll jumped on his Harley-Davidson and revved up the engines before setting off.  He wheelied out, cutting off a car as he roared off.  The driver started to curse at him before seeing the logo on his back.  He turned and flipped him the bird as he roared off.  The concierge outside waited patiently for his eyes opened in alarm at the new arrival.  The troll gave the motorcycle a good rev before shutting it off.  The valet looked nervously, wondering if he should ask to park it.  "Don't worry about it," the troll said and smiled, patting the valet on the head like a dog.  "Excuse me, sir...you can't..." the concierge said nervously.  "What?" the troll started, "I come dressed in my best and can't go in?" He glared down at the concierge.  "I'll have you know I'm expected, by a D.E. Johnson..." The concierge nervously flipped through before finding it.  "Oh yes, so sorry my good sir! I did not mean to be so rude..." The troll walked past as the concierge began to sweat bullets.  "Have a nice day," the troll said behind his back making him jump out of his skin.<br/><br/>The lunch guests watched as the lumbering and very out of place troll came up.  It did not take him long to find the table.  He saw faces but no one he personally recognized.  They seemed familiar to one another though.  Whatever, one group is good as another.  With no ceremony or tact, the troll sat down.  "Name's Ogrin!"