Stepping out of his tent, Cain noticed that the terrible stench of the Devil Miasma had suddenly become more bearable.
He frowned and glanced down at himself.
His body felt sticky and mildly uncomfortable. Plus, he was also giving off a rancid odor that strangely enough, matched the smell of the Devil Miasma for some reason.
He grimaced, 'I need to take a shower.'
The sound of footsteps swam into his ears. He turned around,
"Well, would you look at that? Cain! What a surprise to see you here."
Cain snorted as he began thinking of how and where he could take a nice cold plunge.
"Doesn't seem like much of a coincidence. What do you want, Steve?"
Steve clicked his tongue. Dressed in a while sorcerer's cloak, a pair of large glasses and a strange looking gas mask, he looked like the perfect representation of a mad doctor cum crazy sorcerer.
