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The air touched him first, heavy and hot and wet, like a damp blanket someone had folded around his body. If he had been in his true form, Loc probably wouldn’t have even noticed the discomfort, but now he found himself wondering how anyone could live in such miserable conditions.
Still, he was here on a mission, and some temporary misery caused by the local climate certainly wasn’t enough to keep him from pursuing his goal. Instinct had led him to reappear in an alleyway, a place where he wouldn’t be observed by the locals. Now he emerged from the dingy spot and headed out to the sidewalk, where he paused for a moment to get his bearings.
Despite the heat and the humidity, the streets and walks here were crowded with cars and people. The scent of exhaust and frying food and blooming
