<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Norman Black</strong></span>, Nosferatu<br/>Tagged: Sebastian Richter<br/><br/>Norman raised his extended clawed fingers one by one as he echoed back Richter's requests.<br/><br/>First. "Though I had no plans to visit this graveyard myself, I had certainly intended to keep my ear to the barrows and hear what there was to hear. My hearing is excellent, of course, but I only worry that I might have trouble interpreting what I glean. The more supernatural a thing is, the less confident I am of my ability to understand it. Ironic, perhaps, coming from one who can't even look in a mirror and probably would no longer want to if he could. So perhaps this shall be more of a mutual service rendered. I'll bring what intelligence I gather to you, and you can share with me how it might make sense when viewed through your peculiar lens."<br/><br/>Second. "As you can probably imagine, the wolves scare the hell out of me, and anyone who thinks they're up for hunting one scares me only a little less. I plan to steer clear of that entire situation, though occasionally crumbs float by even if they're not being sought. If something should fall into my lap I would be most happy to pass it along and then forget it immediately."<br/><br/>It was the third request that was the most interesting. The phrase 'background dossier' triggered all sorts of memories from Norman's former life. He held up the third finger. "As to your last request, I can make no promises. Let me see what I can find, and find who else is seeking, before we discuss a price for the results. Fair enough?"<br/><br/>Norman was growing tired of the polite interplay of Elysium and the company of his supernaturally attractive brethren. It was beginning to wear on him as a reminder of his own pitiable state, and he began to long for the dankness of his tunnels. Was this what it was, then, to finally succumb and become a monster? When even a polite gathering became such a burden? He feared that some of his weariness was beginning to show in his voice and expression, and so flashed Richter a ghastly smile of reassurance. "I am sorry, my thoughts were drifting. It's just about time for me to crawl back into my hole, I think."<br/>