C17 An ally or foe

I see nothing. I would have thought it was the demon watching me again but the familiar scent of oakwood wasn't in the air. I breathe a sigh of relief and continue my journey.

Getting through the trees as quickly as possible, I arrive at the market. The marketplace was alive with bedlam, I could feel a thrumming pulse that vibrated within me.

Scents hung in the air like static