When the car ground to a stop, Garreth surveyed his surroundings. It was eerily silent, save for the soft lapping of water against the quayside. He sensed no presence of magicks in the area. Given his heightened sensitivity to magicks, he figured he'd detect at least some trace, but it was strangely barren. Despite this, he rested his palm on the hilt of his blade and slowly exited the vehicle. His half-elf partner did the same, tying the pouch of bolts to her belt and alighting from the car.

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