C41 Chapter 40

It was late, or maybe, by now, it was early. Darkness clung to the corners of the workroom. Tables lined with various bowls created long, harsh shadows. Lis' lanterns fluttered with the remains of the oil she had supplied them with. Now, the cloth wicks smoked as they dried, adding to the strong scent filling the room.

Funny, when she left earlier, she didn't expect to be back. Now