"It seems the tracking spell was not completely useless. She was indeed here..." The cloaked carriage driver muttered to himself, as he drove his cart through the streets of Gracia, sniffing at the air every few moments as he did so.
The people that walked past his cart were able to see underneath his cloak, revealing a face that had once been handsome, but was now twisted and disfigured. His skin folded and wrinkled around five lines, claw marks that drew themselves across the entirety of his face.
One of his eyes seemed to have its eyelid removed, and the scar drawn across the crimson iris splitting the colouration into two, and his lips on one side were gone, giving the man a constant snarl and an endless, unblinking stare.
He didn't seem to notice, or perhaps just not care, when the crates on his cart thrashed around wildly. Something that happened the most whenever they passed through crowds, or whenever any children passed nearby.
