Luro’s POV
I closed my eyes and focused on all the scents surrounding me. Possum had said that we healers could recognize the scents better than others. There had to be something that could lead me to Cedric.
My nostrils filled with a myriad of smells; ash, cinder, fire, cooking meat, some distant jasmines and what not. I was surprised that I could differentiate one scent from another. Amidst the chaos of these scents, there was a faint smell of herbs with a sharp undertone of pepper.
My eyebrows furrowed. Why did this scent seem so familiar. The next moment, my eyes snapped open and I rushed in the direction of the scent. I had finally remembered what it was; it was the aroma of that charm Cedric wore on his wrist. The fragrance led me to the main hall of the packhouse.
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