Madrafola's Scraps
Knowledge: Lore Scraps.
It's brimstone! That's the smell. It was tickling the edge of my brain, but now I've got it. Brimstone!
Marthanóir expelled Dìoghail from the scouting party, but it hasn't made a lick of difference. Dìoghail is still with us, quiet as a boulder, grabbing yew branches from our fire and forming his own little satellite camp. Bless him, the old cat is broken.
The smell is getting stronger. My guess is that we'll find the smell's maker tomorrow. Perhaps I'll apply some gypsum warpaint to my face, just like Dìoghail! If you're going to go mad, then why not go mad with company?