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"All have a stink, a scent. Many cannot smell it, but there are those who can." Uven stated, checking his lantern for any cracks. He then nodded as Ara thanked him. After deciding that his lantern was in working order, he gave another check around the alley to make sure that none of the homeless decided that trying Uven while he wasn't attentive was a good idea.

After a short, awkward silence, Ara had spoken to Uven again, catching his attention. Now he knew her name, Ara. This definitely rung a bell. It was a name that he had overheard in more conversations than he could count, each with mixed opinions. "If your name is the name I believe it is, a quick exit is the best option. The clothed will be quick to collect the bounty for information from the guards." Uven spoke, as he began walking the way he had stated earlier. "No guards will ever come to this street. Not even the clothed dare to tread without having an escort of one who lives there."