[This is not how Maketh envisioned spending her evening. That had involved sparring with Henry and then finally sleeping. But no. Now she's wandering out into the part of the city infested with fog and monsters. At least her armor is partially functional. The GPS attachment, at least, is working exactly as it ought to.
It takes her less time than expected to find him. He's not moving fast.]
[action]
It takes her less time than expected to find him. He's not moving fast.]
Will!