A musty, acrid smell of mold and vinegar wafted up from the basement, invading the nostrils. When "Surgeon" Enga entered, the medicinal scent on him made the air even fouler and more complicated.
The air in the basement, choked with revolting odors, didn't circulate.
Following him was a group of about thirty people, mostly women and children.
A voice roared, "If you don't want to be discovered by those bastards, you'd better shut up!"
Sobs immediately quieted down, and they chose to cover their mouths and wipe away their tears.
George found his aunt and hid behind her, clinging to her skirt.
"Who are they?" he asked softly.
All those who had rushed in were unfamiliar faces.
"Shh, kid!" A mercenary in armor raised his finger to his lips. Now was not the time to satisfy a little brat's curiosity, "Learn to shut up, or I won't mind teaching you!"
He was terrified, with the crazy howls and bellows outside causing the mercenary to break out in a cold sweat.
