Shaun's POV.
I felt thoroughly disheartened and even a little surprised by the fact that we didn't find Manfrid at 'The Happy Hound'. I knew that he had been there. His god-awful scent was all over the place, but he was long gone by the time we showed up there. I questioned the barkeep, and even though the poor sap was scared out of his mind, he didn't say a single world.
"A lot of big, ugly dudes hang out here. You can expect me to be able to tell the one from the other. They all start looking the same after a while." Was all I could manage to get out of him.
He was either telling the truth or he was covering for Manfrid, but the point is that we had hit a dead end.
We spent a few hours in the city trying to track his scent and questioning some of the police officers that would have
