"Ugh, as long as he stays downwind of me." Syral replied with a shudder.<br/><br/>The creatures had little of value, just their tiny daggers and bows. The other room had an overpowering odor of rotting leather and musty paper, and hundreds of damaged books littered the floor, all of them thrown from the empty bookshelves that line the room and the sagging balcony above.