[u]Zhackie, The Sewers[/u] The smell, the lighting, or would it be the lack of it? The sewers were definitely a whole different mess from Downtown, but even then Zhackie was beginning to feel at home. As they walked Rom looked from place to place and sniffed the air as his nose caught a whole new spectrum of scents he's never smelled before. They were getting closer to their destination, a nearby shanty town in the sewers built inside the columns of a subterranean reservoir . "Beats having a traceable adress" Zhackie said as he got closer to his destination. "You see Rom" he began to adress his Foo Dog. "Back in out squat flat, we were alone, sure no one could have guessed it was taken, but alone nonetheless, and vulnerable to attack should anyone trace us". Rom only panted and sniffed around in response. "But here, as soon as we get space with our charm and winning personalities, we'll be alongside hundreds of pairs of xenophobic eyes, alert and ready. We'll know if anyone is after us". They continued walking. "We just gotta shoehorn ourselves in, and here we are". They approached the town and looked around.