Mor and the two men spent the better part of three hours cruising the ten blocks that she had indicated were the very general area where Circe’s wand was hidden. She was tense from the strain of trying to pin-point its location and frustrated by the fact that she was no closer to finding it than she had been a week earlier when she’d begun her quest.
“It’s here, I can feel it,” she hissed, “So close and yet so vague if that makes sense.”
“Very much so,” Jared assured her. “Like an itch you can’t reach to scratch.”
“Exactly.” She sighed, bending and stretching to release her tension. “Have you sensed this nahual at all?”
“Not so far,” Daniel told her. “There are plenty of Supes in the area but if he’s here he’s blocking very well, which is no surprise.”
A clap of thunder broke into their conversation and suddenly the skies opened up. Within seconds the trio was drenched as rain poured down.
“Okay, which damned god doesn’t want us out here,” Daniel growled as they huddled in the doorway of one of the warehouses.
Mor shushed him by dint of putting her hand over his mouth, her eyes wide with shock. “Whichever one it was they just put us where we need to be.”
“Here?” Jared’s look said she had to be kidding.
“Here.” Turning, she tested the door handle and then muttered a small spell. The door swung open on creaking hinges.
The room they entered was cavernous and to a human it would have seemed pitch black. The three Supes however had no problem seeing it in its entirety.
“It’s here, somewhere,” Mor said with conviction, closing her eyes to concentrate.
“Strange place to hide it,” Daniel muttered.
Jared disagreed. “This wasn’t always a warehouse. I’d suspect that the remnants of the original building, or buildings given how large this is, may be somewhere below us. We just have to find out what they were.”
As the two men talked Mor was pacing blindly, her hands outstretched in front of her. Suddenly, like a dowsing stick, they dropped down. “Here,” she said softly. “The wand is below us here.”
Daniel stomped his foot on the floor. “Through who knows how many feet of concrete and dirt. Somehow I doubt that the building owners will let us bring in jackhammers to dig for it.”
“Probably not, but what they don’t know about won’t hurt them,” Mor said slyly. “And I happen to be friends with a pair of dwarves who owe me a favor. I just have to find them.”