Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-5543592-20190203205724

"I would do something about that stench, friend." Cade said, protected from it slightly by his helmet, the interior of which usually just smelled like cool steel. He stepped around to the trapdoor, to watch Knut go about his business, curious how he was storing his meat so that it still smelled. "It smells like a slaughterhouse in here."