"Oh, you know, only the best." He pointed with his thumb to a cart being dragged along behind the party. "Horses. Not the two pulling the damn thing, the dead one in the back of the wagon. Kinda sick, now that I think about it. Apparently carcasses ruin a well just right."

It worked, but boy did it stink. Maybe that wasn't the right word -- it flat-out reeked. Eren made a waving gesture in front of his face, not that it mattered. The desert wind did its job well enough.

"Now you know why I'm up here and not back there. If I was downwind of that thing, I think I'd sooner kick the bucket than complete the mission. It's that bad. Well, it was either that or manure. My nose was screwed both ways."