The Perfume District

Most agricultural processes (milling, butchering, rendering, composting, etc.) are done outside the walls in the farms and fields that support the engine of metropolitan life. When these things cannot be done outside the City, they are done inside the Perfume District.

The Perfume District is so named for the incredible stink it produces. The work done in the Perfume District is grisly. Here, animal carcasses are turned into bone meal feed, fertilizer, tallow candles, soap, bleach, lye, and glue. (Some of the ambergris from rendered Grey river whales does eventually go to the perfumists, but distilling perfumes is not done here. The name is purely ironic.)

Sensations:

The Perfume District is a gruesome place: they use everything of the hog but the squeal. The streets are perpetually churned with mud and bloody runoff from the slaughterhouses. You hear the blast of the rendering furnaces and see the belch of smoke. The Grey river is choked with the corpses of animals. A visible fog of miasma lays over the district. And the stench. Oh Mythrys, the stench.

Special City Action:

• Beg for scraps: If you are destitute, you may beg for scraps. Fill your pack with as many disgusting rations as you want. Use them as rations in a pinch, but they are nauseating. They work equally well for animal feed.