She immediately crinkled her nose. "Oh, blech. I know I'm going to have to get used to that, but blech."
Shaking it off, she straightened her shoulders, lifted her chin imperiously, and flicked her fan out again. "Right then. Let's go find our lovely new accommodations, shall we?"
Finding a well-upkept inn closer to the center of the city, Hana and Thrax managed to gather a bit of groundwork information before evening fell; there were in fact local legends about a village about halfway up the mountain range that cut through Thanatos's main island, which was inhabited by spirits, or demons, or possibly accomplished nature mages--this was relayed with typical distaste for the topic in this area--but that it had been abandoned over forty years ago.
They got three different conflicting accounts of where the ruins might be located, which Hana was attempting to triangulate on their map later that evening in their room.