Swinging her eyes around to look at him she fixed him with a long gaze before shrugging and going back to the cloak. It was sodden already, great oozes of liquids seeping out from the broken guts. She glanced at the ruined carcass before her, making sure she had got everything possible, and then she stood, satisfied. Her curiosity went a bit further and she ended up starting on a piece of the snakeskin for herself, slicing and slivering it off for that just in case moment.
Done, she sent an image of the long body before her and the package, thinking of them as clearly as possible. Her hands worked to drag off the snake skin, which peeled like orange peel, smooth and neat.
There was a long pause, then a murmur as he continued to look through books. Indeed, he said quietly. Bring it back here. We. Will keep it in the basement until such a time that it is needed. I will have Druss prepare one.
She frowned, her brow creasing as she severed a few pieces of scales from skin.
In the house? You want it so close to you?
Stare, it is better to have it close by than not at all. Besides, unless a person actually knows they are ophiotaurus guts, then they will be useless. Naturally I will weave a binding enchantment to make the smell be negated and for it only to be opened by certain people. He made it sound like it was entirely obvious.
’Naturally,’ she semi mocked. Then she straightened and looked over to Nevin.
“Burn the church and then head back?” She rolled the skin tightly into a scroll before stuffing it into her pack. Then, bending down, she tried to heave the cloak of entrails into the air.
They were very heavy. She figured out quickly she would have to drag them.
“Agreed. We can use that cold flame they had around the place to burn it to the ground.” Nevin watched for a few moments as she struggled to lift the guts, before stepping to the other side of the cloak and lifting up. They were heavier than he had expected, but with the two of them - and with him cheating and using his threads to help spread out and carry the load - they were able to lift and bring the organ filled cloak back with them to the temple.
The alchemist carefully lowered his end to the ground and stepped past Stare, one hand tightening into a fist, the knuckles showing through his skin as he clenched his fingers hard. He lifted up one of the large, heavy braziers, wrapping threads around both his arm and the metal pole. Up came the cold flame, waving in the night air as he grimly marched inside.
