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Once considered an affluent neighborhood in Vargeras, Fontainebleau has gone downhill. The century-old homes - once the pinnacle of opulence - have been reduced to crumbling shells of chipping paint and questionably tilting foundations.
Marc shook his head as Alek made a run into the sewers, he hadn't expected him to go running. He sighed before reaching into his coat and drawing a rather large looking pistol from it's holster. It had three different lights and what appeared to be a small grenade launcher of sorts on the underside. He took a small cylynder and loaded it into the launcher.
"I'm with the Ardelean Society." Marc said loudly as he made his way towards the open storm drain and then dropped down. He added no further explanation. Once he dropped down he flicked on his tactical flashlight and a uv light on his weapon. "I've got your back." Marc shouted ahead to Bowen.