Five buildings away, Tampen and Ervik crossed the alley from one building to another, searching within the small sphere of visibility allowed by the dense fog. "I begin to believe you are leading me in circlesh, my friend," Tampen said.
Ervik turned his large eyes on Tampen and twitched his nose up in the air. "Please Tampen, if you are going to become irritable, drop back so the smell doesn't interfere with all these other ghastly smells I must be assaulted with."
"Well, la de da," Tampen muttered to himself, pulling his cap down tighter on his head and falling back as they turned another corner.
"Ugh," Ervik said. "Peuwweee."
"What ish it?" Tampen asked running to catch up.
"A dongo has been through here," Ervik said, his voice nasal as he pinched his nose. He turned back around and hurried out of the alley.
"Even I could shmell that," Tampen said waving his hand in front of his nose as they continued down the previous alley.
"I'll be glad to get out of this city and back in the open air," Ervik said. "That is if I live to breathe clean air again. If we don't find this creature, Camdon will surely throw me down the demon's mouth."
"Shshe can't have gone far." Tampen scoured the ground and building sides, following Ervik along the alley. They had passed two turns when Tampen spotted a fiber on the red cobbles. "Ervik!" he called. He picked up the tiny fiber and held it in front of his friend's nose.
Ervik sniffed. "Yes," he said bobbing his head.
"Now, why couldn't you shmell her?" Tampen asked.
"The smell of ostre is strong here," Ervik replied. "I can smell little else." He put his nose near the ground and sniffed. Slowly he followed a path to a door bearing the symbol of the circlet. It was guarded by a massive ostre warrior.