The Stench of the City

I knew we were getting close to the city by the noisome vapours coming from it and the surrounding area. The wagon's wheels hit the cobblestone path, and the sound of Storm's hooves clip-clopping along. The stench was of the city's sewage and rubbish, so it smelt of decay and faeces, mixed with animal stuff as well. But this goes for any settlement. I already missed the smell of nature. Storm huffed as we joined the queue in the city proper. I could hear the guards at the gate letting people in. I let out my own sigh as I looked at the makeshift-looking buildings or even tents that were outside the city walls. The noisome smell was even more pungent now. I pulled up my mask with herbs to keep it at bay.