Blood pumping through his veins Ungrok moves quickly towards the sound of the scream. One more muffled scream cuts through the air then is silenced. Lights from occasional street lights glare on the damp bricks in the wharves district making Ungrok's step slippery at times.

Rounding a corner Ungrok almost losses his footing but manages to slid a foot then regain his balance. Looking about Ungrok doesn't see the woman that screamed. Sniffing he tests the air. Lavander It was that same smell. Was it the same woman or a different one with the same choice of perfume.


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