***Brandon***
Sitting in the back corner, I wait, keeping my eye on the door. I tip the beer I have back draining. I was becoming pissed the longer I sat here waiting for this dumbass to show up. He was to be here over an hour ago. Dam rogues are a pain in my ass, but he said he could get me the information I was looking for.
The door opens, and his rotten smell hits me square in the face, even with all the humans hanging around, his smell still overbears theirs. He walks over, flopping down in the chair across from me. Laying a folder on the table,
"About dam time you show up. cant you tell time?" I grit through my teeth,
"You know you came to me for help, and here you are bitching about it. This s**t takes time, and you wanted to meet before I had everything."
I can see his yell
