The smell was the worst part- an acric, smokey wet haze, thick like fog. It seemed to creep inside my lungs and linger there. Caughing didn't help. My whole face felt sticky and slimy, but to touch it with my hands, it was as if nothing were there.
Creature may vary (Silver Dyllidian Level 25, Life: 115000 Strength: 400 Shield: 430 Weakness: None)