In fact, the Veksi resolutely ignore visitors from other planes, considering them to be the impotent and evil-smelling ghosts of dead enemies who will go away if no attention at all is paid to them. This has generally proved to be true.

Sometimes, when I get nervous, I stick my hands under my armpits and then I smell them like this!

I love the way this country smells. I'll never forget it. It's kind of spicy.