1597. The Smell!

"Holy heavens! What's that smell!?" Gil and Midnight were nearly put on the floor with the wave of toxic smells coming from the alchemy lab.

"Oh stop your crying. It's just the dregs of an antidote potion. It will be fine." Remey's taunting voice called Gil and Midnight in but Midnight quickly retreated. 

A dragon had a much more sensitive nose than most other beings. Therefore, Midnight found that the intense smell was not worth the trouble. She backed right out of it and was gone. Gil couldn't even get a word in before she had made her way toward the top deck.

"Well this awful smell was enough to scare Midnight away." Covering his nose did not help Gil at all as he walked in to the lab. He managed to find Walker and Remey over different cauldrons boiling away. 

"It made Onyx leave too. I'm sure they will be fine." Walker had a cloth over his face but Remey was seemingly fine. She had become used to these smells long ago.