[Liethell]

"Aint got a clue why he was drivin'. He knows he can't see well. I think he jus' likes to think he never lost his seein' in the firs' place. Now, here we are." She grins and pats his shoulder and leads him to a completely innocuous, algea covered wall. There's nothing out of the ordinary about it except graffiti proclaiming the artist's distaste for the police. She grins, her eyes flicker brighter, "Ya ready for real magic?"