The Darkness, Versus The Light!

One beautiful day, in Bosco, the streets were bustling, people were hustling, and there was Godfrey, walking down the road, sniffing subconsciously. I hate the smell of stinky humans... he told himself, over and over in his head. He wasn't too fond of people, especially when they smelled of sweat, and gross magic. He was there for one reason, to locate, and talk to Myst. There was some people who recognized him, from his bounty papers, of over ten billions jewels, and ten billion, in most currencies.

He yawned, his paw covering his whole face, when he covered his mouth. Where to look for Myst, there had to be clues, maybe a scent? Anything would do for him, he sighed, with a bored look. Recon missions weren't really his forte, since he enjoyed the rustic stench of crimson blood, more than sniffing around for people, literally. Something catches his eye, a bounty sheet for Myst. He walks over, examining it.