C27 The Interpreter (2)

Scarlet laughed some more at something she thought was funny when next she opened her watery eyes.

The smoke from the incense crate was still swinging but it wasn't as chocking as it was moments ago.

With a last wave of her hand, she was able to make out the space around her.

She was standing on a Persian-themed rug and it looked like she had tracked mud on it. Yet she didn't care