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[wolfbitharder]

There's a werewolf in 202.

...not that you'd know he's a werewolf.

Okay, you might know, but that's only if he let you know....or if you caught his scent...of if you've happened to see him shift....

So you might know. But you probably don't.

Albrecht's been sitting in 202, eating an old can of Spam and trying to read a magazine. He's been half hoping

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[princeinexile]

Zuko? Right there.

Gathering a bloody BAG of bottled water.

"Hey."

[wolfbitharder]

How convinient. Albrecht wouldn't want to be accused of bieng as much of a procrastinator when it came to reporting in as Krauser.

"Hey. That doc report to you about the guy I dragged in earlier?"

[princeinexile]

"...Nope," Zuko says, brows furrowing. "What guy? What happened?"

[wolfbitharder]

"Damnit. Well, yesterday I dragged someguy in from just outside the courtyard. Glasses, sorta balding...looked like some kinda bookworm or something. Beat to hell, looked like a vamp attack. I tried to look for the vamp responsible, but I couldn't find 'em. Figured I should let you know."

Albrecht's a Silver Fang. Hard for him not to follow the chain of command.