"Let's walk." That didn't answer the Dedicated's question, but Ravak began to march out through the gates towards Hama Valon without another word. The city was the wooden setting that surrounded the shimmering jewel that was the Grey Tower. Elia followed afterwards, keeping apace with her brother, but making sure Felix followed behind. She had always been the diplomatic one, taking after her father.
"Peace favour you, Felix," Elia responded in kind. "Ravak Gaidin and I would like to see what scents you can pick up in the city, away from the Warder Yards. This is going to be a simple case on my part of observing you and taking down what you experience. We don't have written accounts of what a Sniffer senses, so we will learn as we go along." Her attention turned to the fancloak-wearing form of her brother. "Ravak is here if we encounter any actual danger."
They moved along the streets in relative silence for a few minutes, Ravak occasionally commenting to Elia about shops they should visit. Elia was glad that Ravak had relaxed enough to settle into small talk, even if it was sparse and to the point. Eventually they found themselves walking along a long curved road of houses when Rav finally caught something recent. His gaze drew down towards the end of the road where there was a tavern. Intuition suggested that the source of this scent would come from a place like that.
The trio moved down the street, neither of the Darrows acting as if anything had changed. But Rav was onto a trail. He could smell greed, but not as strong as he would have suspected for a robbery. There was also something of mischief in the air, as if the crime was partially down to pushing the odds, as opposed to being an emotional reaction. His brow knitted together in thought. The closer towards the tavern they moved, the more he could smell and the stronger it was.
"Do you sense anything yet, Felix?" Elia asked for the twelfth time. It was only now that Rav expected an answer.
"Peace favour you, Felix," Elia responded in kind. "Ravak Gaidin and I would like to see what scents you can pick up in the city, away from the Warder Yards. This is going to be a simple case on my part of observing you and taking down what you experience. We don't have written accounts of what a Sniffer senses, so we will learn as we go along." Her attention turned to the fancloak-wearing form of her brother. "Ravak is here if we encounter any actual danger."
They moved along the streets in relative silence for a few minutes, Ravak occasionally commenting to Elia about shops they should visit. Elia was glad that Ravak had relaxed enough to settle into small talk, even if it was sparse and to the point. Eventually they found themselves walking along a long curved road of houses when Rav finally caught something recent. His gaze drew down towards the end of the road where there was a tavern. Intuition suggested that the source of this scent would come from a place like that.
The trio moved down the street, neither of the Darrows acting as if anything had changed. But Rav was onto a trail. He could smell greed, but not as strong as he would have suspected for a robbery. There was also something of mischief in the air, as if the crime was partially down to pushing the odds, as opposed to being an emotional reaction. His brow knitted together in thought. The closer towards the tavern they moved, the more he could smell and the stronger it was.
"Do you sense anything yet, Felix?" Elia asked for the twelfth time. It was only now that Rav expected an answer.
