Post by lowlaville on Aug 2, 2021 5:52:47 GMT
One might expect, given the barren nature of deserts that there wouldn't be much of a smell. To humans, perhaps, but Eli could pick up scent from dried bones of dead animals a decade old; buried 20 feet beneath the sand, from over 300 meters away from the road he was walking on. Road is an understatement, it was a highway built on dirt, marked by almost buried wooden poles which was the only indication that this was where one was supposed to walk on. And he walked on barefoot, clutching a rolled up piece of paper in one hand and over his back, a sack.
After a while, he stopped, unrolled the piece of paper. On the one side was a sketch of a man, a reward poster. On the other side was an instruction of a location of a town in the middle of this desert, roughly a mile west of the market house by the rail tracks. He could already see it in the east, from where he had come from. Now it was a matter of finding the town.
The thing about desert though are its dunes that make sighting things difficult. So Eli walks off road and up a mound to look around. Fortunately for him he managed to spot the high-rising tower of, probably the town hall.
"At last.." He sighed, deciding to cut right through towards his destination instead of going the long (and safe) way around. He had confidence he'd survive because he'd spot any predator lurking beneath the sand before they could ambush him and make a happy meal out of him. To him, his vision painted scent colors to various animals, plants and other things.
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There was decent amount of activity in the town, women hanging clothes on ropes, men with pitchforks stacking hay and animals grazing about on what little weed that grew on desert soil. Eli walked himself into a bar, immediately catching the eye of everyone around. He wasn't the only non-human around but he was foreign, so some guards naturally went up the moment he walked in.
Eli did not mind, taking himself to the counter and sat on a stool, and ordered a mug, of mead. He rolled the poster over the counter and asked if they'd seen the person in question.
After a while, he stopped, unrolled the piece of paper. On the one side was a sketch of a man, a reward poster. On the other side was an instruction of a location of a town in the middle of this desert, roughly a mile west of the market house by the rail tracks. He could already see it in the east, from where he had come from. Now it was a matter of finding the town.
The thing about desert though are its dunes that make sighting things difficult. So Eli walks off road and up a mound to look around. Fortunately for him he managed to spot the high-rising tower of, probably the town hall.
"At last.." He sighed, deciding to cut right through towards his destination instead of going the long (and safe) way around. He had confidence he'd survive because he'd spot any predator lurking beneath the sand before they could ambush him and make a happy meal out of him. To him, his vision painted scent colors to various animals, plants and other things.
----
There was decent amount of activity in the town, women hanging clothes on ropes, men with pitchforks stacking hay and animals grazing about on what little weed that grew on desert soil. Eli walked himself into a bar, immediately catching the eye of everyone around. He wasn't the only non-human around but he was foreign, so some guards naturally went up the moment he walked in.
Eli did not mind, taking himself to the counter and sat on a stool, and ordered a mug, of mead. He rolled the poster over the counter and asked if they'd seen the person in question.