Clutching his nose, Skari ventured forth toward the source of the horrid smell. It held origin behind the home of the might Volstagg. And then they heard a cry of pain and relief emit from the small outhouse.
And Skari stared wide-eyed and frightened at what they had chanced upon. Volstagg had had a...particularly foul morning feast, it seemed.
"We...shalt not speak of this, agreed?"
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