The stench of the Auravale sewer was enough to make a normal man vomit his own stomach lining. The air was thick with the toxic fumes of ammonia, rotting food, and decades of undisturbed human waste.
Meanwhile in front of Leo on the wide stone path were the nine infiltrators. Five of them were shivering, naked, and squishy in their newly forced human forms, having dropped the bundles of clothes Gartok had just tossed them. The other four were massive, towering beastmen covered in fur and scales.
"Shut up, Aiva," Leo muttered aloud, his voice bouncing off the slimy brick walls. "Let's kill some dogs."
[I am merely providing tactical observation, Master,]
[You look incredibly intimidating... But!]
'I will deal with my laundry later,' Leo cut her off, 'Right now, I have trash to take out. Scan these big guys. Give me their numbers.'
[Scanning hostile targets...]
