Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140426152128/@comment-3293219-20140427170101

"I'm a baker, can't you tell?" Xervish answered, with a smirk.

Suddenly a fowl stench filled the air, those who had smelled it before would have identified it immediately, Set flinched in response to it as he had definitely smelled it before. The stench appeared the same time as a big black smoke trail could be seen, over the hill, along with a large prison complex, with barbed wire fencing. Those in the know knew that they smelt burning flesh as the dead slaves were put in a large furnace and were burned until there was nothing but smoke and ash before they were released into the atmosphere.