The two Mechanical Wizards stood in the deserted herb field, their faces equally grim.
One of them squatted down, pinched a handful of scattered soil between his fingers, brought it to his nose for a sniff, then raised his head to look at Andre.
"He just left not long ago. The scent is still here."
Andre turned around and stared at him.
The Wizard took out a palm-sized metal disk from his waist, its surface engraved with dense runes, and with a groove in the center.
He placed the handful of soil into the groove and lightly touched the edge of the disk with his fingertip.
The runes lit up, and the soil in the groove transformed into a wisp of pale golden air absorbed by the disk.
A moment later, a dark golden dot appeared in the center of the disk, pulsing slowly and pointing northwest.
