*They enter the Eighth Precinct, a dark grey space with fires lit in places upon the surface of the grey waters. The sky is dark.*

*Yrael tugs upon Richard's hand.* You can open your eyes now. I would have you keep a watch out. There are creatures here who would like to keep you.

*He glows brightly in the murky light, both a beacon showing where they are and a light warning away any who would harm them. He leads them forward; other than his constantly searching eyes he is completely calm.*

Quickly now.