While visiting Venice on a study abroad, the italian sparrows sing in the early morning light. You hear a gasp waking you up fully. A stench perforates through the air, seems to be coming from the canals. As you dress yourself and walk down to the canals you notice A beautiful woman, cloaked in a white robe with red velvet stripe sitting by the canals sitting in thought. "Hello miss Hope you don't mind me, but I'd rather stay away from the canals this morning smells like somebody died" You say jokingly. "Oh its fine darling its me mostly I'm just in a bad mood today being a goddess of the sewers isn't exactly what you'd want to be known for... I am Cloacina Goddess of the Great Drain and you are?"