Eisen looked at what was in front of him and saw the town Dis in the distance. He was currently drying himself off after washing the river styx off of him and every small nook that it reached into. The old man took a deep breath, and luckily wasn't able to smell anymore on his own body. There was still the lingering scent of the nearby styx, but at the very least he didn't have this smell constantly inside of his nose anymore.
It seemed like there was still a little bit of the styx-taste in his mouth, but Eisen figured he could get rid of that with a little bit of booze. So, he quickly took out a large bottle filled with high-percentage alcohol and quickly took a sip of it. It seemed like the burn of the alcohol singed away some of the taste that was leftover in his mouth, meaning that it was luckily working pretty well.
