The tracker

Arlen frowned, shaking his head, "Ravi is in the hands of Phantoms, heaven knows what he was going through. What I feel really does not matter." He said, his voice taut.

"Vega. Please refrain from planting such rubbish thoughts in the mind of my young master." Elara said as she got up, she stared darkly at the hero.

Arlen couldn't care less about what the two of them were arguing about as he concentrated on the handkerchief and the map in the Tracker's hand.

"All of you, back up!" The tracker suddenly said to the crowd.

They listened and all backed up, leaving the tracker in the middle of the office. Frowning, he lit up a pipe, and the air was suddenly filled with the scent of tobacco and herbs. Lisa coughed turning to Sarah.

"Is he a real tracker? He is also doing drugs in the middle of the police station, shouldn't we arrest him?" Her voice was lowered, so as not to attract any of the hero's attention.