Open Chronicles The Wrong Job

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The other two had joined Acteon down in the sewers. Seemed he was going to have to put on an act of doing tracking things in front of them and could not just casually follow the scents of the culprits.... If he even could down here. Where the place reeked for the two normal humans it was murder to him. Each inhale felt like innumerable knives being jabbed directly into his brain. He crinkled up his nose and tried to stop it by breathing out of his mouth but it only caused him to taste it instead. Which one was worse he could not say.

"They prefer to stay under it rather than on it to remain unseen." Acteon replied back to Roan Dorn comment. "Like gophers pilfering your garden."

While Acteon was distracted solving his problem of his nose and mouth with the scent and taste of Alliria's collective filth, Jexlt Warren seemed to have spotted some tracks. Where exactly did he find tracks at? When Acteon had dropped it was into filth filled water. There was no possible way to see your feet let alone any possible tracks in the collected mess below. But then he noticed the little walk way on the side just out of the water. Molds and slime grew there, which gave the culprits something to leave tracks in. That was lucky for them.

But an issue (for the other two) arose. The spot they were in was illuminated by the open sewer entrance above them but it did not reveal much. The rest of the sewer was pitch black providing no vision for normal human eyes. Acteon could see in the dark so could get by but what about the two of them? Best to bring the problem up.

"So who brought torches? Can not see into that rancid void." Acteon said to them as he pointed into the darkness that the tracks were leading them towards.