Sylvester could feel his danger senses tingling through the smells. But he had no idea where the enemy was. He looked at the sky, and there was nobody. He looked at the fields, and they were empty as ever. Not even crops were grown at this time of the year.
He silently sat back down in his seat and closed his eyes, appearing to be meditating, but he was merely trying to focus on the various smells he felt. Death, rage, and lust, he knew that lust was something that didn't only apply to physical attraction but also attraction to money.
And if someone felt all three emotions against him, they were offered some money to kill him. So he was like a golden trophy to the attackers.
"Where is the attack coming from?" Felix asked him.
But Sylvester silently focused on the emotions. 'Not above, not around me, and that only leaves…'
