Chapter 893 Work Work. Zug Zug. Dabu

Kat couldn't decide exactly how much she hated the smell in the city. See, with the fresh water so close by there was an undercurrent of a fresh spring breeze that occasionally tickled your nose. The problem was the rest of the time it smelt like something had died, and then used its stench to go on a killing spree and at to the numbers. It wasn't quite as bad as the swamp, but sometimes there was just a sparkle of hope your next breath wouldn't be so bad. The oscillation from hope to disappointment definitely made things worse then it otherwise would be… but the swamp was just that bad.