Tanis’ sense of smell, Flint’s horse allergy

A peculiar odor hit Tanis, and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Hobgoblin!” his brain registered. He loosened his sword and kicked at Flint, but at that moment the dwarf gave a tremendous sneeze and sat up on the kender.
“Horse!” said Flint, sneezing again.

Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 36
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman