Chapter Forty
There was a mixture of stinks in the air, from the wet soil, pigs and cows, to the omnipresent stank of human waste, rotten teeth, lack of bath and some disease that was eating off the old and young, leaving only the broken adults behind.
It wasn't a pleasant place to be, not even for those who lived there. Good thing we were only passing by.
I look behind me to make sure that the clothed figure followed me close, all his body covered by a gigantic cape, same as I.
"We are going to sleep in the woods again."
"Ok."
Better than here for sure, cleaner even. We walked now on what looked like the main road, a little bigger and more crowded than the rest, only slightly better because of the few stones paving it here and there for the carriages to pass.
One of those was parked right beside the exit of the village, as the gloomy humans passed by quickly and avoided eye contact, especially there, so close to a slave carriage.