[Gallagher]

"House," Erik replied, staring down a narrow street. In each hand, he held the handle of one of his suitcases, one tilting far to one side with its broken wheel, and the other making muffled clacks and bangs whenever the mage moved. "It's not a fortress until we've fortified it. I think we have to go..." He shifted his weight, then looked off toward a narrow alley. "... That way. The mana feels better over there."