That... pretty much checked out with what the white hats knew about the situation. Although, the fact that Savage was a lapdog for an ancient sorceress was really troubling, but also not his current set of monkeys. He nodded slowly and tightened the quiver to the usual spot. The beep confirmed his arm was good to go and he disengaged the device and puled on his jacket. "We have very clever types in the League. Scary clever," he replied.