[centre][h2]Morgana Faith[/h2][/centre]

Ah, field work. Not something she approached with relish, but Morgana would admit that it was a necessary evil at times; some things just couldn’t be studied in a lab after all and even if they could, the first step towards discovery would often be taken elsewhere. Today her work didn’t take her to the burial site of an ancient artefact though, nor a conflux of leylines turned ritual grounds; it was a drab warehouse complex on the outskirts of Frankfurt that she was taken to.

Lovely.

While the android dealt with the local police, Morgana turned her eye towards the warehouse itself. It was mundane in every way that mattered to her, though if this was being used as a place to store weapons then at some point magic must have been used in their transport and a working of such magnitude was likely to leave traces. How much of a trace would depend on the method used, namely whether it was a tunnel or a gateway that had been formed; a tunnel would mean a ritual being performed at both the departure point and the destination, performed in concert with each other, to link the two locations together, while a gateway would mean a single, larger ritual performed at the departure point only with just a target destination in mind; perhaps with a sympathetic link to this location to refine the accuracy with regards to the placement of the gateways aperture. Both were workings of a higher order, but the latter was the more difficult and costly of the two; the latter would also allow for greater flexibility in where they could teleport to however and the ritual could be reused multiple times if it was well made while a tunnel would need setting up anew each time.

This was assuming they were using rituals at all however, since she still hadn’t ruled out any other methodology. It was simply the most likely one.

While she had been distracted the android, Amanda, had finished her business and was now assigning them tasks. Morgana, as expected, was to look for the teleportation’s ‘origin point’, though that term was possibly a misnomer depending on her findings. She was to be paired up with the fae girl as well who, although she didn’t come across as someone particularly knowledgeable about magic, [i]did[/i] seem to have a natural affinity for this particular kind of thing.

[color=c4df9b]“Fine. Let’s get started shall we?”[/color]

Walking into the warehouse without waiting for a reply, Morgana reached into a pocket and pulled out a black leather glove before sliding it onto her right hand. She formed a circle with her thumb and her index finger while also allowing some of her mana to leak into the glove itself, the barely perceptible markings on the outside of the glove beginning to glow faintly as her gesture closed the magic circle and allowed the spell she had sunk into the item to come to life. The heretic held the glove up to her eye, peering through the ring formed by her hand and seeing much more than her mundane eyes could ever see by themselves.

If there was any magic to be found in the warehouse she would find it, especially if the shaman’s ritual brought it to the surface.

[@Kumbaris][@13org]