Aning frowned slightly. The momentary proximity of an unfamiliar aura made her instinctively tense up; if the person hadn't stepped away quickly, she probably would have struck.
Facing the wall, Black Glasses feigned concentration as he searched the stonework on the wall and sides, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. Being so close just now, his breaths had been filled with a familiar scent.
It was a unique fragrance, richer and more lingering than the bone fragrance of a Jinpo. It was a scent he had only ever encountered in one place, something impossible to forget. Yet, as far as he knew, Aning had never been to that place.
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