The foul stench clinging to his jacket was far stronger than the smell they had noticed inside the tent. It was so overpowering that it resembled rotten blood mixed with some kind of nauseating, foul-smelling liquid.
"Good grief, Ki! What's wrong with you?" Keenan exclaimed, instinctively backing away. "Are you sure that smell is coming from your jacket?"
"Go ahead and smell it yourself if you don't believe me!" Riki shot back, struggling to hold back his nausea.
Keenan hesitated for a moment, but curiosity eventually got the better of him. He leaned closer and took a small sniff of Riki's jacket.
His face immediately turned pale.
"BLEURGH!"
Keenan threw up as well.
"Damn it! What the hell is that smell?" he shouted, stumbling backward. "It smells like something that's been rotting for days!"
