Placeholder Arrows in the Dark

[Sanabael]

Sanabael perched on the edge of her seat, reading the brief list of instructions that had been left for her. The small lab was cramped, shelves packed with dusty bottles, faded recipes and scribbled notes stuck to the stone walls, and a well-used poisioncrafting kit sitting on the table in front of her.

She had become accustomed to the space, and sort of liked having it as her own, even temporarily. Candles lit up around the room provided a warm glow, enough light for her to see clearly by.

In a box near the entrance sat a few dozen glass bulb arrows, waiting to be filled with all manners of poison. Skimming through the list, her black gaze shifted up and around, peering at the various bottles and jars of ingredients. She might have to look into restocking...some of the bottles seemed dangerously low.