B-177: Spanial (N-Space to Zarg’s World), Lia’s Cabin
He blinks slowly and leans in to sniff it himself.
“Therre iss somethinng about thee smell of old bookss…,” and he makes a noise like a bad recording of a pneumatic tyre being deflated.
The RPG of Dominion Space…
She smiles.
Has she smelt anything like this before?