Something wicked was in the air, the scent of death wafted from the west. No one knew what exactly caused it, but they were much too fearful to investigate what beast or fowl could have been felled to fume furiously. the stench was more than enough to leave all dissatisfied, it was as of things had been set up perfectly, and then moved slightly to the right. Everything was wrong, but it was so close that it caused an urge, a longing to correct. It deranged them. But as much as this inspired them to act, they were paralyzed by fear.
Such is life.