Leonard Churchill was unfazed.
He took in his environment with a sideways glance, and nearly commanded, "Take off your coat and leave it in the hallway, and leave it in a couple places. Then use Deodorizing Potion. If those people continue to chase us, throw away anything you've been carrying these last few days. Everything that can be thrown away, throw it."
Tracy Garcia had something to say.
But Leonard cut her off with a harsh rebuke, "First, I need to figure out how they've been tracking you."
If this issue wasn't resolved,
Even if these people were killed, or they managed to shake them off this time, the problem would still persist.
Listening to his harsh tone, Tracy was like a kitten being dangled by the scruff of her neck, initially wanting to struggle, but ultimately quieted down.
She had been on edge, hiding and running for days. She was already somewhat disoriented, but now... with someone to follow, she didn't seem as panicked.
