"What took you so long?" Harper called from her pickup, dressed much the same as before, but with a duffel bag or two in the cab, and not a whole lot in the back. "You really need to learn to pick up the pace!"<br/><br/>Still, with both their respective engines alight, it was off and down the road, or rather the beachfront, as there was no paved path to their home.  It was often so, as it seemed the only people whom were interested in living on the beach instead of the city didn't mind off-roading.<br/><br/>Of course, as they drove down the beach, the lights of the main cityscape in the background past the trees, the other reason for the lack of paved roadways was obvious: bits and pieces of past buildings and homes, remnants of a past age of mankind that lived here prior to the magical overtaking of civilization.  All were overgrown with natural flora, and filled possibly with magical fauna, though if they were they were content to behave themselves and not harass the neighbors much.  It was not uncommon to find such places with some of the less-financially-capable squatters of the region, but again that was few and far between given the inherently increased danger outside the city...<br/><br/>Some miles down the beach they would have to cut into a cleared path into the trees, the rest of the way taking them around the city's edges, glimpsing city streets and even crossing over some of the less busy ones as they went towards the southern outskirts, heavy with construction by the looks of it as the city seemed to be spreading outwards, likely the cause of the increased hellhound activity as they sought to keep the land humanity was entreating upon...<br/><br/>Harper sent a message suggesting that this was an excellent location to start, and if she was amenable then soon they would be parked near the construction area...<br/><br/>(OOC: Your call; park there or drive in deeper?)