"Can you track her sent?" Clyde asked Geoffrey as they prepared their horses.
"I believe that I can, but it is always changing," he remarked. "You do know that she changes it with her magic so I cannot be too certain that I will be able to track her. We should go to the cliff where she was at when she disappeared. I may be able to pick up her scent from there or at least the scent of who took her," Geoffrey said.
"Very well," Clyde replied. "Let's go."
The small group of Micah, George, Geoffrey, Maxine, and Clyde set off for the cliff where Evelyn should have been. It was easy enough to find the trail that she took, but Geoffrey stopped them short of the cliff. They saw the small pools of blood from where the knights were killed and Geoffrey wrinkled his nose.
"It reeks of dark magic," he growled.
"Indeed it does," Clyde replied. "Let's continue forward."
