Of course, trying to explain the variants of scent in its permutations is a difficult task at best...Anthral trackers with the appropriate impetus to share their revelations with others seldom have the descriptive language to describe what they smell to others. It would be like a human looking to person who sees only in black and white and trying to describe what red is.

But if Chuckles did have someone he wanted to describe the Scent to, and had the drive to do any description at all, then he would have to say that the Scent was a sonic blue color, with sparklies of a tang around the edges, with a rather energetic backbeat under the initial echo. It was fairly easy (for him) to pick it out of the background panorama of scents. There's a scent of the squealing gnome, a clicking green color full of energy like a time bomb. There's the raccoon's scent...subtle and violet and spiky. There's the bard's...ugh...even smells like harmonica music. But in the midst of it all, there is the Scent. Yes. The Scent.

Chuckles continues on his way to what appears to be a boarding house...wondering how it is he got here, exactly. Giving yourself up to wandering by smell is like giving yourself up to wandering around by one's ears only. Sniffsniff...yes. The doorknob. Sniffsniff...hmm...inside.

Inside and then what? Boarding house might not be keen on men. Or for that matter big furry men with mean temperaments. It would be rude to bite out the throat of the mistress of the house. Hrm. Climb up to the window. Ugh.

How soppily romantic. Mmm.

hmmm...Flowers. Not for romance. Apology, maybe. Grrr...spoony bard better not be there. And what if he is? mm..grr...bite 'im. Yeah. mm.

Chuck shook his head as if just waking up. What the HELL was that? Fuzzy bestial thoughts. After dinner. Flowers after dinner. Bah. How to get back?

Sniffsniff...ugh...harmonica scent. Sigh.

Tonight however, as everyone starts to pile in, it's quite clear there is something different about the room. For one, there are actually -tables with cloth on them- instead of the usually benches that there never seemed to be enough of. The room is done up like a traditional, albeit really low key, court dining hall. There is even a long table at the head of the room whose chairs are no doubt reserved for the king, queen and other prominent members of the court. Candles all over keep the room alight and give the room a very pleasant air.

Yes, the menu tonight -is- stew again, but this is a much heartier type; you can actually see the meat bits! And there is also breads and cheeses and ale available as well. All and all, there is a vague feeling that you are being treated and that the effort thus far is really appreciated.

After awhile and most have gotten a chance to grab some grub, King Galbrathe himself enters through another enterence followed by the Queen, Coren, and, amazingly, the Princess Deladia (who many have heard is usually too sickly to leave her room). Not far behind are two men in armor. One of them is wearing well polished and rather bright white armor, no doubt captain of the Sacred Hand, while the other almost the opposite: mostly leather and a lot of cloth with Andros' sword vertically interecting a shield crest embroidered on it. Probably captian of the regular guards.

Galbrathe stands quietly at the center of the main table as he waits for everyone's attention; seeing a stately dressed man followed by two like dressed women and two armed guards is likely to cause some attention and word spreads quickly. Once all eyes are on the King, he begins, "Good evening. I hope you all enjoy the meal set out for you."

There are quite a few cheers of agreement which brings a smile to the wizened, white bearded face of the king. "It has been nearly five month since the attack and repairs have been going quite well due to your efforts. You should all feel proud." More cheers. "While this meal is not quite as lavish as it could be, I hope that it at least lets you know how much your effort is appreciated." Cheering.

Galbrathe grins after a pause and continues, "But what is dinner without some entertainment?" He makes a wave of his hand to a corner where Azymyth and Malbi were asked to stand until called. "Tonight we are honored to have the bard Azymyth and Malbi the Magnificant!"

Orange bits!? What the HELL are the orange bits? Ugh...carrots. Probably carrots. And the green bits are probably a vegetable. Hope it's a vegetable. Kingdom seen better days. Lot of work rebuilding. Man I hope they can afford vegetables.

Plus it gives you the wind. Too much fiber, not enough dairy, not enough protein. Stick around here much longer and it won't just be the Bard's harmonica tooting off obscenely.

What I wouldn't give for some peanuts. Could flick them at the stage show heh heh heh...erp...gotta go find some flowers.

Slipping backwards off from his chair, Chuckles rolls to all fours and slinks out of the dining hall, trotting off down outside of the castle.

Unfortunately, florists are not big in a town where the primary concern has been the walls...so Chuck is forced to charge outside of the city into the fields around it, romping and tearing across the high grasses, catching flowers in his jaws and tangling in his fur, til when he finally reaches the city walls again, he looks like a walking bouquet.