Approaching the Tribe Warehouse, Logan realized, albeit with a hint of amusement, that he had never actually known its location until just now.
Nestled between the manufacturing workshop and the blacksmith shop, he had passed this seemingly derelict structure before, dismissing it as nothing more than an abandoned relic. Yet, standing before it now, he was struck by its size and the paradox of its ramshackle appearance contrasted with the rigorous security measures in place.
As Logan and began neared, a officer charged with the warehouse's security hurried over to greet them with a salute.
"Open the door!" Logan commanded.
"Right away!" the officer responded, signaling to four other officers stationed at the entrance. Together, they heaved against the warehouse door, straining to open it.
Logan watched, puzzled. Could a door so battered be that burdensome?