Chapter Seventeen: Kinset

Having left most of their supplies at their campsite, a league outside of the small village, the intrepid adventurers made their way into Kinset, the only place in the entire world Rennon feared setting foot in. It was only a solemn reminder of what he had lost so long ago, the lone reminder of his brother's hatred. 

Various smells assaulted the Wolves' noses, every manner of refuse and sewage combined with the bakery and the marketplace, all mingling to form a smell worse than even Providence's had been. For the younger Wolves, who had gotten used to the clear air of the open plains, it was enough to make them gag. Dylin couldn't believe the sights he was seeing, when a scullery maid dumped a chamber pot directly into the gutter, the mess only adding to the stench of the town.