God damn this place sucked. Nigel's taken to just holding his syringe gun in his hand as he walks along, careful to avoid bumping into any of the thugs and muggers that make groundtown their home. Still it should only be a couple more blocks to the alchemy lab that was supposed to be down here. This is definitely not worth it. This is-

Hang on is that...

Is that cloak picking up rocks?

Um... Nigel looks side to side, checking nearby windows and alleys. No... obvious trap? Hello?

Nigel is the bald, goatee'd man in my avatar.