as if suddenly awakened by that single stimulus , a flood of memories of other smells crashed in on garion 's consciousness - the warm smell of freshbaked bread in aunt pol 's kitchen back at faldor 's farm , the salt smell of the sea when they had reached darine on the north coast of sendaria on the first leg of their quest for the orb , the stink of the swamps and jungles of nyissa , the stomach-turning smell of the burning bodies of the sacrificed slaves in the temple of torak which even now shattered and fell in upon itself among the collapsing walls of rak cthol .