Anderson captured his hand and kissed the back of it. "I'm pretty sure they'd love to get their hands on a kraken, too. Though I'm also not sure how the f**k they'd manage it given you're the size of several buildings."
Lynn grinned briefly. "If we're hunting an alchemist, the best place to start is somewhere the smell won't be noticed. Alchemy always smells like thrice-rotted ass."
"Awesome," Anderson muttered. "This all reminds me a little too much of cannibal unicorns."
"Yeah," Lynn agreed with a grimace.
Anderson ate another chocolate to fortify himself, pleased it was raspberry. "If they want to avoid the smell being noticed, they're going to be hiding well beyond city limits." He swept his arm along Main Street. "Look at this place. It was fashionably neglected when it I left, an
