Hurin
Hurin is a sniffer who rides with a company of Shienarans, leading the hunt by pointing out the way.
Hurin has the look of a townsman, lean, with a lined face, graying hair worn long, and a nose that is neither large nor small. He rides with a bundle and waterbottles tied behind his saddle, and at his belt hang a short-bladed sword, a notched sword-breaker and a cudgel.
He serves the King's justice, and he is quick to bow to anyone of rank. No two trails of violence smell alike to him, so he never mixes them up. A scent fades with time, though the uglier the violence, the longer the smell lingers, and a killer's trail carries the stink of the killing. He cannot pick out a Darkfriend by smell, and he insists there is nothing of the One Power in what he does: he only smells.
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