[A visionless scout was likely a joke in the making, but it made sense for him to go. It was a quieter area, easier for him to maneuver, and he'd been making good strides in navigating town despite the more unfamiliar sounds he was learning to get used to. Besides, more than that, he hadn't been here the last time this circus came through. Any eyes that might fall on him that he wouldn't notice would likely pass by without note.
He's even dressed the part, wearing something more 'modern' with his glaive wrapped to look more like a weird walking stick, or so he was told by the person who'd helped him look the part. It was all the same to him.
For now, his focus is on an interrogation spot. Someplace not too far from where they'd be taking the target, but far enough to be out of the way and unnoticed. Someplace defensible in case anyone came for them, and preferably good for dampening sound for when things got less civil.
There's a faint smell of the circus on the wind, less than a mile from the area he's exploring and Garner uses it as a compass point to keep oriented. He checks the edges of town, the buildings less inhabited or completely abandoned as well as newer builds, still in the process of being ready for whatever their intended use, a hand trailing along outsides of wood and brick and, when there's a door easily opened or a window left without a frame, he slips inside to check it's sound insulation. One quiet, stale or sterile-smelling location to another, he goes.]
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He's even dressed the part, wearing something more 'modern' with his glaive wrapped to look more like a weird walking stick, or so he was told by the person who'd helped him look the part. It was all the same to him.
For now, his focus is on an interrogation spot. Someplace not too far from where they'd be taking the target, but far enough to be out of the way and unnoticed. Someplace defensible in case anyone came for them, and preferably good for dampening sound for when things got less civil.
There's a faint smell of the circus on the wind, less than a mile from the area he's exploring and Garner uses it as a compass point to keep oriented. He checks the edges of town, the buildings less inhabited or completely abandoned as well as newer builds, still in the process of being ready for whatever their intended use, a hand trailing along outsides of wood and brick and, when there's a door easily opened or a window left without a frame, he slips inside to check it's sound insulation. One quiet, stale or sterile-smelling location to another, he goes.]