Shamara's nose was even keener than a kobold's. She usually avoided Lord Ange, never appearing before him unless necessary. If she suddenly showed up, it meant something good was about to happen.
But it was a good thing only for her, not necessarily for others.
"We can't just let her benefit from this easily," Negris said, "Come and take a look, try to see if you can discern anything."
Shamara came over, glanced at it, and shook her head, "It seems unrelated to me. If it's unrelated, I can't discern anything."
"Kvada, your ability is useless. It contributes nothing to the group. What use are you?" Negris said with envy.
He, too, wished for such an ability: effective when it's something good for oneself, inactive otherwise. It couldn't get much better.
Shamara smiled bitterly, "I wish I could help it, Lord Negris, but I can't control this ability. It's an instinctual feeling. If there's a way for it to contribute to you, please command me."
