Steam

Basilisk followed in Asla’s wake, his own things wrapped in a small bundle, and held in his maw. It made talking difficult, but then the guard wasn’t heavy on speech regardless. He wasn’t certain where she would lead him. He was not yet terribly familiar with the lands outside of the Armada.

The scent of steam and sulfur touched his nose before they fully entered the territory, and the scent of it almost made him sneeze. It wasn’t overpowering, but it was strange to his senses. By the time Asla filled him in on what this territory was, he was essentially acclimatized to it. He dropped his bundle down when Aslatiel released her own satchel. He didn’t have straps, so his went to the floor below it.

“This is… perfect Lady Aslatiel. If you will step into a pool of a temperature you like, I will begin” he suggested.