Two hours later, Sprite had managed to bypass the compound security, making her way to one of the seedier districts of Lost Angels. From Pass Town, she caught a ferry to Griffin Isle. The boat was old and slow, but it would still get her to the island before nightfall and the rains began.

Sprite considered finding her contacts immediately upon arrival but reconsidered. Their last meeting hadn’t gone smoothly, and with night approaching, she didn’t want to risk anything going wrong this time. Better instead to find shelter, wait out the damaging rains, and surprise attack the next morning.