Scent? Handy patted his bandolier and lifted a bit of the potion remnants to his face and sniffed. It was… pungent to put it lightly. The wind had been against him for a long time now. The dragon must have picked it up and followed it. Damn it. The toxic fumes from before had probably masked it while he had been hiding in the cave earlier. He lifted mounds of dust and started dumping it on himself. Hopefully it’d stick to the stuff and mute the smell somewhat.