Two Eyes Cenote Aimless direction bound through

“I do not know the name,” her head shakes, stifling another cough as the air itself burns, “but I would not trust anything handed over freely at our borders. Thank you for bringing this to me.” She felt ill at even the thought of this potentially dangerous mix falling into Pharaoh's hands.

Nostrils flare over the potent air. The hebsut cants her nose, extracting what familiar scents she can from the fine powdery substance. “Saffron, chicory…I cannot make out the rest,” she recoils, a paw carefully closing the leaf back over its contents, “Tavina will know.”

“Does Akashingo have need for you to return soon? I would like to know more about this man,” her firm glance meets Legend over the wrappings.