Lob had parted ways with his friend at the temple. She had handed him the copy of the notice and a sprig of herbs she had bought from the apothecary the night before. It was a bit like a doting mother sending her child off to the school as she put her fingers through his orange mane one more time. 

"Follow the smell, hand them the note." 

He sniffles the healer and her rose oil one last time before taking in the new scent of the lavender. In his primal mind he can almost see the spectral line that is its scent leasing away from the temple. With all of four posessions to his name, he lopes about close to the ground  to take in great lungfulls of air. But the closer he gets to one building, the more it reeks of so many other smells! Some are good and some are bad smells. The soot of burning, Man in oiled leather, Strong scent ofwoman who had scent of man on her, Woman and steel, Man and beastblood, DEATH!

That scent of decy brought him out of his reviree to look with his eyes an not his nose as he looks in the door of the place full of dried plants. Woman and leather, Man and sweetsmoke, and... The six-six savage in black hide armor stared down the goblin in bear mantle with wide eyes before he let out an exclaim:

[h1][color=007236]"LITTLE ME!"[/color][/h1]

He then looked out at the rest and held up the notice that brought the rest to this point in their collective life stories. Rocking back on his heels a bit he squatted down to a less menacing posture and explained as best he could.

[color=007236]"Good find, smell dog."[/color]


Then again, what is life without its little challenges?