Paul took a deep breath. "There seems to be an odd smell coming from that way." They followed the smell which gradually changed from odd, to bad, to horrific. Far from disconcerting the wool merchant, the reek made him happy.

"Dyers," he said, "they smell almost as much as tanners."

"If you don't mind," Paul said, "We will leave you here. Our noses aren't accustomed to the odours of your trade."

"Fine, fine. Thanks for your help." The trader led his wagon away with his ...