Niraya wouldn't need too much convincing to take a shower once they were at an inn. The scent of sweat after a good battle was always welcomed, but the stench of sewer was something she could do without. Sheathing her katana, the wolf began the descent. The trip down the hole wasn't as long as Niraya might have feared, touching down only a few moment later. Nothing much darkness and the heavy stench of sewage filling her nose. Taking out her cloth mask, Niraya hopes it would be enough to at least help ward away the smell from her sensitive nose.<br/><br/>She had found it interesting that the smell on one side of the sewer was especially more potent than the other. If she was some escaping thugs, Niraya thought that she might have gone the smellier way, hopefully as an incentive to any would be pursuer to not come running after them and/or misdirecting them down the more pleasant option. Niraya started down the direction of the more potent smell following that logic, a hand ready to reach up grab at her katana at a moment's notice. Making her way down the corridor, Niraya just hoped that she would be able to find her way back.