"Not everyone likes the smell," Waver said by way of explanation. His hand disappeared back into his coat pocket, and he plucked a match out. "I try to be aware of that."

But no matter. With the cigarette lit, Waver shifted so that Korrin would be downwind.

"Also the onion metaphor works but go deeper. Kirkwall is a terrible onion farm, and each onion bulb is it's own set of ever worsening issues. The farm is probably going to be bankrupt any day too."