The Mekhet Priscus's words have stuck with Garrick. Bouncing around his mind causing far too many questions. White eyes roam across the sewers as Garrick stalks down them. Sunglasses are useless down here.

The hell did they all go? There's always a few passed out guys in the sewers. Unless..cause and effect? Did I drive them away? Garrick continues further into the sewers, past where he normally heads back.

Yep there's one. They all really get scared away? Probably time to find a new hunting ground. Garrick grimaces, that will not be easy to do here. A not so gentle kick to the foot confirms the drunk is in fact out cold. Frowning Garrick takes a knee and grabs an arm, fangs extended.

Another night, another meal.