Bobbie
*Pushing through the crowd of people, it would take you a while to reach the northernmost gate in which the smell profoundly radiated from. 3 or so turns would have already passed by the time you pushed the crowd out of your way, albeit gently, but this would be the better alternative than having an agitated member of the mob call the guards on you for 'assault.' You would be able to see into the entrance of the northern district, which had its gate flung wide open. There was a large cobblestone pathway leading down, many different houses displayed on both sides of the road. The trees that occupied a small part of the area looked trimmed and well kept, as was the entire district in itself. However, the entire place would be deadly silent, with not a trace of life as far as you could tell. There wasn't a lot of light either; the farther you got away from the hub of the town, the darker it became, and the harder it was to see. Styx's scent was prominent here, but again, it would be hard to tell exactly where he was. He could be lurking anywhere; in the trees, in the bushes, maybe behind a corner of a house. You would need to keep your guard up as you search.*
Susan
As he was pulled across the crowd, the elf gave no resistance. He stared at the floor quietly as he moved along, his expression blank, though the aura around him screamed panic. However, the more the two moved away from the hub the more he seemed to calm himself. A loud noise would break the silence for a moment as Horace slaps himself violently, it would seem he'd refocused himself. "So Styx is around here?" He asks quietly. Pulling his hand away from Mai again, resting it on his sheathed dagger. He looks around, "Very dark here... Very secluded... Its a perfect place to set a trap for two bounty hunters, isn't it?" He hoped he was wrong, he hoped that they'd cornered the escaped man, though it seemed unlikely.
Timothy
"Yes. I can feel him. We need to find him before he find us."

Mai looked at Horace while talking about his plan, her expression seemed serious. All the way while they were going further and further and getting darker and darker, Mai had her right hand on the throwing knife in her thigh accessory. She was prepared for any surprise attacks that might be coming. Mai tried to use her night vision to see if the fugitive was close to them, always following his scent as she walked.