[She's impressed that he kept up. Ciri was sure the crowd would lose him and she'd be in this on her own. But here he is and she's not so worried about him being here. After all, Connal might be a stranger, but he seems to know what he's doing.]
Either that or it's a distraction. A deterrent from the real path, perhaps.
[But he's moving, and Ciri falls into place alongside him, scanning the area for any sign to suggest her words are correct. The trail however seems legit. It leads them down the alley, pace supposedly slowing by the distance between the footprints.
They approach a corner and just before it, a scrap of brown paper lies on the floor. Ciri leans to pick it up, immediately aware of the scent of cinnamon coming from it. She frowns, puzzled and passes it to Connal. What do you make of this, friend?]
atta boy Connal!!
Either that or it's a distraction. A deterrent from the real path, perhaps.
[But he's moving, and Ciri falls into place alongside him, scanning the area for any sign to suggest her words are correct. The trail however seems legit. It leads them down the alley, pace supposedly slowing by the distance between the footprints.
They approach a corner and just before it, a scrap of brown paper lies on the floor. Ciri leans to pick it up, immediately aware of the scent of cinnamon coming from it. She frowns, puzzled and passes it to Connal. What do you make of this, friend?]