Oh. [The sense of smell is an enigma to Calla, but the look on the Creator’s face is enough to tell him that whatever the man is sensing, it isn’t good.]

That’s correct, Creator. [Calla’s gotten pretty good at suppressing that formal term of address, but anxious as he is, it slips out this time.] The others suggested that non-combatants stay in the sewers for the time being. I apologize if the scent associated with the place is... unpleasant. [Said in the tone of someone who really doesn’t know one way or the other.]