Wolf Point, known as the Warrens, once home to an indusrial center along the Chicago River, now comprises Chicago’s central sprawl. Old warehouses and collapsed brownstones fill the neighborhood, along with other dilapidated buildings not yet fallen down or demolished. It is early yet, just after sunup, but nonetheless the streets are crawling with packs of young orks who seem to spill out of the buildings like cockroaches from a trash can.
Smitty carefully weaves his way through the packs of children and parks in front of a brownstone that is only mostly collapsed. Turning, he nods to Mugsy, “Miss Esther will help you out. Just you make sure you let her know that I brought you, otherwise she’s likely to tear your heads off.” His face is still drawn and pale, but he winks at Azog in an attempt at humor.