Early the next morning, after Bartlett finished his simple breakfast of boiled eggs and oatmeal, he followed Frank to the edge of the forest teeming with goblins.
He had rested well the night before. As Wendy requested, he had taken a hot bath. Wendy had commented that he had a particular smell on him that wasn't the ordinary stench of sweat. According to her, the smell was somewhat similar to a rabbit's mixed with that of a wild dog and if one sniffed carefully, a hint of smoked meat could also be detected. In short, the smell was indescribable. Thankfully, although the smell wasn't exactly pleasant, it wasn't unpleasant either.
Frank said it was the smell of killing, emphatically stating that if a person has killed enough lives, the smell would linger on them.
However, Wendy didn't believe this. She thought the 'smell of killing' wouldn't be easily washed away by a simple hot bath, but the smell on Bartlett could be.
