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 The place smelled like rotten leather flaps and burnt food.

 The stench was not pleasant. Hitan soon learned to only breathe through his nose.

 He was fine with the two. But the more he walked into the place, the more uncertain the magical pendant seemed.

 Whoever had put this barrier up hadn't expected there to be a counter-measure on a tracking object, but the item was radiating power now. Hitan felt a rush of both gratitude and impression towards whomever made the object, or enchanted it.