Kaidën
After the death of his companion—or fellow guard, I'm not sure which it is, but after his death, the smaller man is more complacent.
I almost glare at how skittish he is, because I never meant for him to see me as a monster.
Although on the other hand, these aren't the kind of men I should care about their opinions.
Now, he is leading me down a dark and dry path, while I strain my nose to pick up on anything.
I frown to myself when I realize that the one person I want to be able to smell, I can't.
Because she has no scent.
Clenching my fist, I can only walk studiously behind the man who's still shaking.
He looks nearly too pale as all the blood has quite possibly been drained from his face.
"It's just a straight walk from here. You'll see a stone ledge, that's the
