Arad slowly shifted his gaze toward the tables and looked at the countless plates full of food. Whole roasted lambs, pigs, and even half-cows. Tens of plates of soup, different types of bread, and baked pies, enough food to literally feed everyone in the city.
The old lady was mainly pointing at the roasted lambs, but Arad's senses were looking for something else: the countless strands of smell lingering around the food, barely surviving through the dense aroma of spices. One of those strands was a scent leading right back to the old lady, but it was a bit different.
He smiled, "You helped cook. That one lamb there in the corner smells nice; I can at last guess that you cooked it." While Arad said that, the truth was that he could smell the old lady, her husband, and their granddaughter on the food. Their entire family had helped cook for today, and he could even track every one of them across the entire city.
