[ Azem nods, tightening the hold she has on her cane. His guess is the best they have and she doesn't mind doing a little extra traveling if need be, even if she realizes that time is of the essence. Demigods who dare to leave the wood are always a threat to the mortals who wander too close by. ]
East is is, then.
[ Journeys are easier as gods, even though Azem prefers to take the more manual approach. As they work their way east, she takes time to admire the landscape and note if there are any more clues to their quarry.
Then, she notices it as well-- ]
Smoke--this smells fresh, as if something is still burning.
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East is is, then.
[ Journeys are easier as gods, even though Azem prefers to take the more manual approach. As they work their way east, she takes time to admire the landscape and note if there are any more clues to their quarry.
Then, she notices it as well-- ]
Smoke--this smells fresh, as if something is still burning.