Two Eyes Cenote Brahminy

She would not risk contaminating the sesh’s medical room. The substance is laid out neatly in its wrappings on the floor of the hebsut’s common chambers.

“I do not believe it is poison,” the coy explains, “but I have never smelled anything like it before. A stranger dropped it at our borders, a gift for an unknown patron.” Dryness sticks in her throat from the smell. She steps back to allow @Tavina to make her assessment.