"Are you saying that you aren't his comrade?" The group of Upyrs carried the same subtle, tangy smell as Akhton, but it was so faint that Xenagrosh couldn't tell if they released it or if the stink of the Bastet had rubbed off on them after travelling together for days.
"Comrade? That guy is barely an acquaintance, lady!" Xenagrosh detected no lie in Erion's words. "I met him just a while ago, and we travelled together only because our interests aligned.
"We needed a local guide to find a very rare… specimen and allowed him to join us because he has several contacts in the neighboring countries that should allow us to find it."
"Are you talking about the rumored fungus folk?" The Shadow Dragon was tempted to kill all those who carried Erion's same smell on the spot, but pity stayed her hand.
