[u][b]9:43 AM, December 3rd
The Wedge; Hub City[/b][/u]
[@Blackstripe]

The lightning nearly made Clayton jump when the flash of blue surged through the apartment, his massive frame taking a step back as he heard someone on the other side approaching the door. He sighed again deeply, reaching up to straighten the gray hatch tie before the person on the other side opened up. Sure enough, the woman who stood in the doorway was a tall, statuesque, beautiful blonde in a short robe and hood that looked straight out of a fantasy comic book. The woman who had taken down the Nazi scumbag in German. The necromancer stood to his full height, but kept his shoulders slumped, presenting as little of a threat he could, no small feat for a man of his size.

"Karen, right?" The big man stepped forward and offered a massive paw to her. "Clayton Toombs, pleasure to meet you at last. Don't suppose you have a moment to discuss some matters of concern for the arcane community?" The line sounded rehearsed, and it was. It wasn't that Clayton wasn't a people person, but a situation such as this was always going to be awkward."Representing a...let's say an interested party that might be able to provide some insight into your gifts."