<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/1cfb2fa2-9f8c-49d4-9d3c-d36385cf0014_zps3dccdadc.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Garmr </span><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Downtown<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 1:00 am<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>Garmr knew better than to talk back to his Prince; the thought never even crossed his mind. He cleared his throat and furrowed his brow even if he wasn't actually in front of the man. His voice was low as he spoke into the phone, "What... what happened? I'll go right away, do you have some sort of lead? How did you hear about this?" He should have been more confident, or at least pretended he had more information -- but that wasn't going to get the job done.