Then the shambling shadows closed on the elves. Skater recognized them for what they were, ghouls, and couldn’t stop the insane laughter that cackled out of him. It was incredible. The smell was all around, but the elves weren’t aware of it. Somehow the mage fragging around in his mind had magnified his olfactory nerves, maybe his vision and hearing too, because now he could spot the odd bit of gray-white scabrous hide and hear the scrape of near-dead flesh over the paved warehouse floor.