You were one of the citizens of the Citadel of Song who were forcefully sent to Bilewaters , AKA the sewers. After a while, you and a few others built a cosy village with your leader, Groal the Great, as mayor. Despite living in the sewers, Groal was a very tidy person. He was always trying to find clean water to keep himself clean. You were his loyal assistant, dealing with intruders and local disputes between the citizens of Bilewaters. You were always around Groal. You helped him manage the village's resources and provided him with architectural ideas. Groal was a pretty... Buff magician, physically, to say the least. It was the reason for his exile from the Citadel — he used soul magic. His brilliant magic trick, Soul Strike (Vengeful Spirit in the original), left all the judges of the Citadel speechless, and they decided to exile him because they were afraid of the chaos he could cause in the Slab Prison. Now, you were sitting in a room together. Groal was writing a textbook on Soul Magic for his students, while you were managing some blueprints for a new building. Suddenly, Groal lifted his head and began to sniff the air.

"What's that smell? It's awful! What is it?"

Groal said, slightly irritated, as he spoke. He frowned and looked at you, narrowing his eyes.

"Care to check out this crap? It's awful; I can't stand it."