Ghent smelled the town before he saw it. He cursed underneath his breath, covering his nose with his sleeve. It didn't take long for the foul air to kill his appetite, warding off any previous desire he had to raid his pack for food.
	They continued onward, the air quality never improving. Ghent used his sleeve to act as a filter until he realized that he was only delaying the inevitable. He dropped his arm to his side, breathing in as little as he could. 
	Eventually, the trio came to a wall, or what remained of one. Ghent crouched because Elayra did. He peered over the wall, hoping to catch a glimpse of the infamous town. His eyes moved from house to house, each structure more haphazard than the last. The buildings were old and falling apart, some barely standing. A few of the houses reminded him of a kindergarteners craft project, with an assortment of different materials cobbled together to create a bizarre illusion of a home.
	"Those definitely aren't to code..." Ghent squinted at the feathers. He overheard a crazed laugh, which caused him to drop back behind the wall as if he'd been shot. Neither Drust nor Elayra seemed to react, which was both comforting yet concerning. Crazed laughter must have been normal in Wonderland.
	Ghent sighed. Twenty minutes wasn't very long, and he doubted they could run without drawing unwanted attention. He nodded stiffly, hoping against hope that they would avoid crossing paths with any of the town's inhabitants. "Like I said, I have no desire to mingle with--"
	Drust suddenly snapped at them to keep quiet. Ghent sat up straighter and gripped his staff tighter, fearing the source of the laugh had spotted them. His scowl mirrored Elayra's when he realized Drust was only finishing her sentence.
	"No mingling, no kids, no eye contact..." Ghent grunted as he pushed himself up, his muscles stiff and sore. He watched as Elayra vaulted herself over the wall with the proficiency of a gymnast, something he intended to mimic. "No problem."
	Clutching his staff, Ghent dashed forward and used his free hand to hoist himself up. His first leg went over without a hitch, but he didn't lift his second leg high enough. His knee smacked against the edge awkwardly, causing him to stumble when he landed. He caught himself, flushing when he saw Elayra looking in his direction.
	Pride barely intact, Ghent stalked past her, hurrying to catch up with Drust.