SIX HOURS EARLIER....
"Azrael, do you remember anything else?" I asked, my gaze still fixed on the papers on the desk.
"She scented of agarwood and herbs," he listed off, and I paused in my tracks. "Did she carry a satchel?" I turned to him, asking.
A satchel was just a very small pouch that usually had medicinal herbs and scented agarwood or shrubs added to it. If she scented like that, then the attacker must have had one.
"Take me back to where I almost died."
In the blink of an eye, we appeared at the building. I walked closer to the edge. I remembered when I was pushed off, I had called out to her and reached out with my tied hands. My fingers had brushed against something, and it fell off. Sighting the plain satchel on the ground, I took it and gently sniffed it. It scented of shrubs… this was nice.
