" She wiggled in her seat, an excited grin curling the corners of her mouth. Her smile fell when a shadow fell over her. With the foul wave of BO assailing her, her nose wrinkled in disgust. Muscles tensing, Tania lowered her mug and glanced up irritably. Her lips thinned into a pained grimace.

Why did she always attract the scum of the earth? It couldn’t be a wealthy townie or visiting noble. No, she got a personal hygiene reject who apparently had a mortal fear of soap and water. Trying not to gag, she set her cup down and glared up at the man intruding on her personal space.

He leered down at her and pulled out the chair opposite her without invitation, plunking down into it as if he had every right to be there. No doubt he thought his toothy grin was charming—and it was possible that it worked on some of the local ladies—because the way his eyes roved over her, his expression clearly said she should be thankful for his attention.

Part of her admired the “go all or bust” attitude. The rest of her was just sickened as she tried desperately not to inhale through her nose.

Gag. "

― Dragon Treasure