Firestone Hot Springs he is risen

Okay, so he was a giant wuss about this. The girl explained that the smell was present but it didn't affect her much, and that was pretty damn impressive to Firefly. Her admittance that she was here to study the water — well, that surprised him. He scrunched his nose at the idea but that led him to sneeze, and after he sneezed he sucked in another nasty breath of nasty air, but it wasn't as bad this time. Maybe he just needed to get used to it. It smelled like really bad egg farts though.

I'm Cadeau, he heard her say, peering away from one pool to look at him as if to expect something in return. Firefly's eyes were watering; he hastily blinked away the gleam and stalked to her side, but didn't say anything for a few seconds as he stared down at the frothing, bubbling cauldron of weird water suspended in front of them. He could sort-of see the reflected red of Cadeau's pelt on one side, and the black blob of his shape on the other - but the pools were steaming like crazy and hardly ever settled and calm.

I'm Firefly, he finally countered — and now that he was closer to her, ripe as the air may be, he thought he could smell something familiar on her coat, which prompted him to blurt, You're a friend of Illidan?