French toast Part 1

The old card moved across the remains of an asphalt road with difficulty as it was to be expected from a vehicle meant for use only within the boundaries of a city. The road showed signs of several attempts to fix it, though the amount of potholes increased as they advanced further until eventually Uriel had to make the difficult decision to let the funerary car rest in peace by the side of the road.

Once outside, Uriel took a look at his surroundings to make sure there were no prying eyes before taking a dagger from his trait and putting right in front of Kristina's face with an expectant gaze. The huntress remained confused for a couple seconds before Uriel spoke.

"Go on, sniff it and take us to the person this used to belong to." Uriel demanded more than asked.

"It doesn't work that way."

"Then how does it work?"