Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190402224637/@comment-5583506-20190404205932

"Let's hurry up then", Shanks said, sniffing again. "We are getting close, but the situation could turn to complete shit if I lose it completely."

The dogfaced assassin pulled down his scarf to allow as many scents as possible to line up for his heightened sense. Willy's was still there, but ever so bleak, and he really didn't like the stench that lingered with it. Willy's scent was foul, but the one tied to his was something else and fouler.

He walked out into the masses of people and was almost knocked back by the impressions. Sounds, sights, smells. It was too much, and he knew that he had to concentrate, lest he would lose track of Willy completely. He came close to almost forgetting what he smelled like.

He could pinpoint the direction of the scent through the crowd to an alleyway on the other side, but from thereon it started to get severely blank.

He motioned to the alleyway. "Somewhere ... over there. I think."