::The fog of sleep lifted from his eyes, Harv hops down off of Dariens shoulders, where he has been sitting for the last few days.::

Sorry bout that Old friend, just been really lethargic lately. Anywho down to business.

::Leaning against the wall alongside the front door, Harv waits for the doorman to arrive, Mulling over various plans of action in his head::


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