"So, who wants to go first?" Inten asked, breaking the silence.
Currently Marcus' and Novak's parties were standing around a manhole that was sealed tightly.
Within the vicinity of the area where Houten's army had established its forward base within the city, this was the closest entrance to the sewer system.
"I suppose that we will go first. If something happens, please rush down to assist us." Novak said, a look of resignation on his face.
He and clay then bent down and removed the cover sealing the manhole.
The putrid smell of decay erupted from the now unsealed entrance, and everyone instinctively took a step back.
"Yeah, there is no way that is just from normal waste. Not after this place has been abandoned by the living for three centuries." Miguel said, his nose wrinkling in disgust.
Thankfully the magic tools Marcus had made for everyone in his party were helping to alleviate some of the rancid smell.