Like all Medieval towns she recognized from several movies, Sheila Marie notices that the town was a dirty place. The aromas and stenches of the marketplace alternate and confuse her senses. The muddy, dirty cobblestone roads lead away to the countryside. Paths, not roads, leads onward, rocks were a constant diversion for her eyes and feet. Always aware of passersby are not sure of their intent. Off in the distance, a billowing, black smoke cloud warns of danger. Raggedy clothes, worn if any shoes by the peasant. Desperation was a constant companion with this kind of filthy surroundings.
There were no sewers and rubbish was thrown into the streets. People did not have baths or showers regularly or even washed their clothes.
There were rats and mice everywhere.
"Oh god, how could they li
