Snippet #1812747

No sound came from within the vardo, though the horse tethered to its post stamped and snorted nervously at Mahdi's approach. The heavy scent of herbs hung in the air, but they were dominated by the fresh scent of wolfsbane.

Entrance into the abode would reveal a young woman upon the floor, thick locks of dark hair covering her face. Her normally earthen skin tone was almost ashen.

Atop a small cupboard pushed up against one wall was an open box with a wide assortment of vials and surgical needles. Though the more concerning element of the picture was probably the empty vial sitting beside the open box.