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Gelbin Mekkatorque: Cut Short? Weve done a security sweep of the upper floors in?sector 17, sir. The place seems fairly untouched since our, uh, departure. Granted, everything stinks of?trogg.... Mmmm, yes—that delightful mixture of mold, mange, and sour monkey. Puts one off of his lunch, I know. Cog Captain?Herk Winklespring?grimaced, going slightly pale at his commanders description. The scent was obviously taking its toll on morale. And your team is equipped with my latest-model?High-Velocity Nostril Squeeges? Yessir. The smell... well, you can taste it, sir. Regardless of how well-squeeged your nostrils are. Winklespring tilted his head back, displaying a large, handsome pair of?gnome?nostrils that were, indeed, well-squeeged. Ive had two members of my squad request transfer to Troll Patrol over in Anvilmar, and my medic wants to know if we offer stink leave. High Tinker?Gelbin Mekkatorque?sighed, pushed his glasses back onto his forehead, and slid his forefinger and thumb down along the sides of his own prominent nose. These new glasses hurt, and adjusting them was first on a list of thousands of tasks he planned to tackle when this engagement was through. He hadnt slept the night before, and the flesh where his lenses had perched was feeling raw and tender. RetakingGnomeregan?was turning out to be much more than a simple military action. Take this stench, for instance. One of the problems with a vast subterranean mechanical city—one of hundreds, actually—was ventilation. At full capacity, the network of fans, vents, and filters had required a team of fifteen technicians working shifts around the clock to keep Gnomeregan smelling fresh and clean. Years of un-squeeged trogg funk had congealed into layers of musky, impenetrable grime that was proving harder to remove than the invaders themselves. Dont worry, Captain. Ive got the whiz kids down in the?Alchemy Corps?prototyping my?Unpungent Reekaway Cannons?this week. Should help to blast that nasty smell from o