"Oh, thank all the Gods! Matt! I am on my way to Sylvan. He heard shots out side his house and," she began, pausing as she leapt to the next rooftop. "Oof! and he went to go investigate. I don't know why but its been too quiet lately. I mean, there hasn't been much of anything in the bad guy department. Hang on," she said.<br/><br/>Morgayne had to climb a rail to get to the next roof, then landed lightly, moving to the ladder and sliding down. When she hit the ground running, she put the phone back to her ear. I can be there in five if I can find him but I think it smells like a set up. Muggings don't happen on his row...not even during Mardi Gras."<br/><br/>Morgayne was starting to pant heavily, exerting herself to get there but as she pushed through the last of the straggling crowd she began to pace herself. The feeling she got in her stomach was the one when she felt like she was hunting. As if she were a predator and something out their stank of prey. Her phone made a crackling noise. "Matt? Are you hearing me? Is Grace busy?"<br/><br/>She hoped her phone acting up meant Sylvan was nearby. As a rule Wizards and tech did not mix but she wasn't sure of the radius and didn't think it would make a good wiz GPS, especially since she paid a lot for it.