"It is the people," he said, remembering that Dorne had no cities "so many of them together - cities do smell, but it is worse here, the poorest and filthiest live on the edges of the city, and those responsible for clean up, have likely found other work if there has been plague." It was more important to be rid of bodies than to be concerned by the shit in the streets but it did not make ridng through it pleasant. "It will fade as we get closer to the Red Keep," he assured her, even if the plague had made things worse they would cover the smell there. He remembered the last time he had come, it had been by ship, "if you think this bad, sweet one, I advise you never to ride by the docks. You would need a dozen veils." Between the sewers outlets, the convenient dumping of inconvenient bodies and the fish market the place had a reek unlike anything Arys had ever encountered.