Lion Head Mesa occursus

The shared understanding was noted briefly by Maegi before the next query came, one that sent her face into a scrunched state of confusion.

Poisoned meat? she asked blankly. I have no idea what you're talking about; I barely know Qiao. She didn't think she'd ever even spoken to the wisewoman, at least one-on-one.

Poisoned meat. . . Is that what killed Satsu? Maegi continued. If it was common knowledge, she didn't know of it. She'd not been good at keeping up with the broader strokes of life in Akashingo, much less the finer details.

Too busy taking poppies and having seizures, you know?