"What died in the caverns today?" One Auntie said to another as she sat in her usual chair near the fire in the caverns of Ista Weyr.
With the days starting to cool down for the Istan winter, which means some chilly nights at most, the old aunties and uncles were crowding around warm fires all the more. "Died? Kinda smelled like 'em bakers left something sweet out… an' then it rotted."
Visitors traveling the lower caverns will find these strange ghost smells more noticeable— oddly sweet one moment, stomach-churning foul the next. But aside from talk, no one knows just where they are coming from. Many smell something different, others don't smell anything at all, and the Headwoman Channa has been in a foul mood with headaches and shouting at those lingering in her halls away from their duties.
