A dark haired man walked through the streets, sighing Greg's life was difficult enough with what he was doing, but having angels around had put his whole body alert. He needed to relax, he went into the usual tavern he only went there when he wanted to relax. It was a hard life always looking over your shoulder all the time, making sure no angel stabs him in the back.

Greg sat down in a chair, in the far corner of the tavern he ordered his usual drink. Trying to keep a low profile, when a couple of angels passed him. He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes letting his body relax what many people don't realize is he can strike when threatened even if he is relaxed.