Zaegar mentally cursed, a morph hunter, after he was already tired from the nights exertions as well. Still if he played this right he might be able to bluff his way out, though the angry looking man wasn't leaving much room for conversation, luckily some old guy was giving him some time to compose himself. While their attention wasn't on him he quickly and subtly rubbed a balm on himself, the stuff was worth twice it's weight in gold but after tonight that wasn't an issue, it masked all scent of morph so there was no way to tell until it wore off. Hard as Arcues's basement to find too. He finished and called out. "Hey you guys seem to be tossing out he word Morph a lot but you got the wrong guy. Let your little dragon there sniff me out and he'll tell you i ain't no morph. He probably smelled the guy i was chasing to here, i was following him because he was running away from the mansion but he gave me the slip." His experience made the lie slide off his tongue with ease.