They certainly smelled worse when they burned, or so Beam thought, as he saw dark smoke rise off the bodies, as the flesh gave away, leaving only bone.
"Ah, I wondered who it was causing such an awful stench in my campsite," a voice called out from behind him, as Beam poked the fire with a stick, looking for more space to toss the scraps of meat on.
Beam turned around. "Master!" He said happily. "I've been looking for you – it's been a crazy couple of days."
Dominus nodded in acknowledgement. "I noticed something had changed when I came back from my meditation. So it's affecting the village as well, is it?" The man said, stepping a little closer, as he wrinkled his nose at the fire.
It was only when he drew nearer that Beam was able to see the terrible blue and purple marks of the Pandora Goblin – they now extended up past his neck, onto the bottom of his face, peaking their way out from under his clothes. His smile faded as he saw it. "Master…" he said in shock.