Two Eyes Cenote might & meat

meseba does not like the idea of being trapped in a tunnel with the snake of eden, who speaks with soft irony .but he shrugs into the tunnel, breath stilling as he steels his shoulders tighter to his body to make himself fit.

claws splice against rock as he climbs to where the fellahin awaits and peers into the shadowed inner chamber where the poison plants wait.

a pity. offers meseba dryly, laced with the opposite of contrite; barbed wire wrapt 'round each syllable.

but he is not an assassin and alas must rely on machiavelli to show them how to use and carry the flora. on the subject of eset changing her mind, he speaks not. it is up to eset if she wished to discuss any of this with machiavelli.

how do we transport it? touch it? prepare it without poisoning ourselves?

there was nothing that meseba liked about this.