asked Nahel. Damus studied the grey flagstones under his feet. Their variegated contours traced intricate patterns across an area larger than most towns. A cold wind blew unchecked. Crumbling spires ringed every horizon. “This is Steersmen’s Square, in the heart of Ostrith. The gate sent us astray.” Nahel raised his nose to the wind. “Says the guy they threw out of Vale for trying to get in here.” Damus looked back at the Guild hall’s imposing façade. His hasty search of its prison records had proved fruitless. He touched the vial of blood on its cord around his neck. “Have you caught the boy’s scent?” “Hard to tell. A city’s the worst place for tracking. Plus there’s a lot of conflicting scents, like after a fire.” “Did he even pass the gate?” “I caught a trace in the Guild house,” said Nahel. “At least I thought I did.” “You lost it?” Nahel scanned the horizon. His canine face drooped. “Something’s covering his scent…something wrong.”
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