"Oh, by the way, there's something else. The people of the capital are complaining – again! This time it's the

"Oh, by the way, there's something else. The people of the capital are complaining – again! This time it's the slums on the outskirts of the city. They stink to high heaven, hordes of rats piling out 'em every night, and every thief and pickpocket in town has a hideout there – or so they say."