"Gods, what is that stench?"
It was a job like any other - another day, another ruins to dive. Unfortunately for Y'orhen, this particular ruins seemed to have had a bit of a mold infestation. The young Miqo'te sneezed, his tail bristling out reflexively. He had heard rumors of the Lost City, but he hadn't realized just how bad it had gotten. Still, he promised the Adventurer's Guild he would investigate, and he didn't intend to back down from that promise.
...Still, the overwhelming odor of long-dead organic matter and the vile secretions of whatever was feeding off it caused the overeager scholar to balk. Perhaps it would be best if he backed out for now. Maybe find some more adventurers to travel with. Invest in a mask. Nothing said he had to investigate the ruins immediately, after all...