<span style="color: navy">“If things haven’t changed since my last visit here then it’s the perfect place to start.”</span>Garret looked at the troll, still having to contain a small giggle at the poor man’s appearance, he was practically a woman… right down to the voice and tiny tusks, even the brutish orc language wasn’t able to bring in some masculinity into the troll's voice. It was quite the oddity… and it fascinated Garret. Heck given the right time and place he might’ve even considered that effete nature attractive.<span style="color: navy">“Murder Row is full of cutthroats, narcotics, whores, illicit materials and shady businesses. If he deosn’t have a shadow of a presence there; I’ll eat my goggles.”</span>Garret turned and gestured at the mass of people just a few feet away from them, his free hand scratching the open hole in his cheek.<span style="color: navy">“Besides, do you want to work your way through that crowd? It’ll be ten times...”</span><br/><br/>The sentence remained unfinished, his attention grabbed by a movement in the opposite side of the arch they stood under. A small, almost unnoticeable, motion taking someone out of sight and into the concealing shadows of the opposite arch. Had Garret looked but a second later he would’ve missed it entirely. A niggling voice in the back of his mind told him that their little group was being watched… Garret knew better than to ignore that particular instinct, it had saved him more times than he cared to mention. Before the end it would probably save him many more times. Then again the sound of shuffling cards was a bit of a give away.<br/><br/>Without a word of explanation, Garret turned his back to his companions, goggled gaze peering into the shadows, still puffing away on his cigarette. He swept aside his trenchcoat, revealing his holstered revolver… letting his hand rest on the ebony grip, ready to draw the heavily engraved handgun at a moments notice.<span style="color: navy">“I must admit, I wasn’t expecting our little group to pick up a follower this far out of Murder Row.”</span>Garret said to the shadows, quietly wondering if he might’ve imagined the movement.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>