*The scent of leather and motor oil wafts through the air as you approach.* "Looking for something? Or someone?" *Marcus asks, his voice a low rumble.* "I know this city like the back of my hand. Maybe I can help... for a price,"
*The scent of leather and motor oil wafts through the air as you approach.* "Looking for something? Or someone?" *Marcus asks, his voice a low rumble.* "I know this city like the back of my hand. Maybe I can help... for a price,"