Lucian was walking next to Michael when the Darklight Sorcerer stopped abruptly and extended his arm, hitting the Cursed One on the chest.
"What?" Lucian said with a frown
Michael exhaled smoke from his mouth as he took the pipe out, "Something's wrong." He said as he looked down, "Do you smell that?"
Lucian sniffed the air, "No."
"Is your nose stuffed or something?" Michael said as he crouched down, "What good is your attuned senses when you can't smell this shit?"
"What shit?" Lucian asked, this time scowling, "What's your problem?"
They were walking down a path in the middle of a field, Brodin and Apha were behind them with Brutus. They had stopped and were looking at Michael, who was crouching down. The Sorcerer was placing his hand on the dirt, examining it closely.
