Magi continued walking up the road, eventually reaching a small crater with robot parts scattered around it. The smell of oil and burned iron lay in the air. He noticed a small stain of red on the ground and kneeled down, touching his fingers to it. Blood, slightly sticky still. There had been a fight, and he was guessing the person fighting the hunters barely made it out alive. He stood and turned his head to the right, searching for more drips of blood in the fading daylight. He scanned the area, hardly able to see the ground in the dimming daylight. He held his palm up beside him "Lux" he said, a orb of light appearing hovering slightly above his palm. To the right, going towards the Sea of Trees he saw nothing. He turned to the left, towards the Emerald Coast. He crouched, surveying the ground with his orb. It was faint and scattered, but he saw red amongst the green blades of grass. He stood and walked, perhaps if there was a injured person, they could pay him to heal them. He followed the trail of blood drops, easily illuminated by the orb. Eventually reaching a flattened area of grass, blood staining the middle. Judging from the crater he thought of two options: One, The person managed to drag their-self this far and collapse. Or Two: The explosion that created that crater flung them a few yards to here. Either way, where were they now? He turned in a circle slowly, once again surveying the area with the orb. 

Treading North-West from the patch of grass, was a trail stained with a blood smear and flattened grass. Perhaps the animals had gotten to them before him? He followed the trail a few feet before it stopped, as if they had simply disappeared. That, however, he knew was impossible. He crouched once more, surveying the ground for signs of what happened, where they went.To the North-East of where the trail stopped he could faintly make out a blood drop, shining against the light. Standing, he continued to follow. He was curious, perhaps the animals did get them, tore them to pieces and ran back off to the trees.

He followed the trail closely as it veered, circling slightly. As if someone was trying to hide something, or the animal got confused. He continued walking, staring at the ground so as to not veer from the trail. Eventually it stopped, and dubly so, he smacked his head right into a door. He stared at the door, iron. So, someone intentionally drug the person here. Not someone, more than one person. Either that or he staggered to here, but yet there was no signs to indicate he did. No blood on the door, none but a drop or so on the ground.

He knocked on the door, possibly not the best decision, given the fact this could very well be a gang hideout. On that, he held his left hand out to his side "Pugione" a dagger appearing. Should someone bust out of the door to attack him, he'd be ready.