Journey to the East

Aouinet Tannery

The air possessed a musty, putrid smell of warm tanned leather in the early morning hours. The wild stench of rotten animal flesh and muck was nearly unbearable. A few workers began starting their shifts quietly as the guards began watching their every move. The job was a dirty one. A slave job at best. Bacteria was festering in the water as the flies started clamoring together. Civilians were brought here to tan animal skins so they could be sold at the upper markets, to be later fashioned into luxury items.

Based on the tanneries of Fez in Morocco