Lob followed the smell of fresh air to the entrance of the cavern, He didn't realize how bad it smelled in there until he had the clean air to compare it too. There were other sents on the wind, snent of fires and breads, animals, a town. He could also find [color=f7941d] jasmine flower [/color] on the wind with [color=f6989d]Her horse[/color] and [color=#ff0000]a hint of cinnamon.[/color] It smelled like the town they left, but no smell of burning bodies. Perhaps they had gotten lost and came back to town, he didn't smell everyone so they might have split up again after more slavers.

He made his way to the town, an odd sight to be sure with a feral 'orc' tromping into town with god knows what on his back being carried by its tail with wings covering the eye. Sniffing and snuffing e made his way to the taern with surely a guard on his heels. Stepping in, he still reeked of batscratch smeared all over himself as he thumped the eyewing onto the table for all to see.

[color=007236]"FOUND ONE!"[/color]