Re: The Cirandon Hotel
"The name's Ozzy. Ozzy Gysbourne. The Art runs in my family, passed down from generation to generation. I'm afraid I wasn't told anything other than that the Tome was stolen, though, and I'm here to retrieve it. Of course, if you'd like to tell me what they decided not to, I'd appreciate it. After all, you can't ever completely trust The Man," he said with a smirk as he pulled his jacket through the armor, unzipping it slowly before tossing it onto a nearby chair, revealing the sleeveless 'Slayer' shirt he had on, as well as the flame tattoo on his arm.
"Hope you don't mind, it's a bit warm in here for that heavy coat. Besides, what's the point of having art on your body if you never show it off, am I right?"
Tats, having apparently slipped away unnoticed, got back into the cleaning cart before he started talking into the commlink.
"Attention, we have a possible situation on our hands. The evil wizard who stole the Tome saw right through Ozzy's disguise, we need backup. We're at the Cirandon Hotel, in the penthouse! I repeat, we need backup!"