After leaving the tavern, Storm slips around the side of the building to disappear from view of the front door. She leans against the side of the tavern and takes a deep breath. Her nose wriggles. She lifts her head and sniffs the air. The smells of the sea, the sweat of the workers, the dust from the roads, it all fills her senses. But after some effort, she focuses and pinpoints the scent she wants. 

After a few seconds of searching, Storm follows her nose around the tavern and to the back. She looks up and spots wings fluttering way overhead but the figure attached to them is so close to the roof, she can't make out their form.

"Nill? Nill is that you up there? Will you come down?" Storm shouts up at the rooftop. "I'm really sorry for snapping at you yesterday. Please come down."

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