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... This warehouse is dark, and the air is dusty. On the table Lagomorpheous spots a pair of blades and a long silk wrap, oddly deep with the shadows, as if the light gently bends away from it. It's hazy in here - I don't mean with the dust, I mean, with your minds eye, your senses, the room seems larger on the inside than it actually is, as if the dimensions are uncertain but that can't be how architecture works. Stone is famously stern stuff, it doesn't shift - you're breathing in some kind of hallucinogenic ! That's what's causing this!
Lagomorpheus reaches for paired blades but stops just short as some SENSE tells them that... tells them what, exactly? That the blades are booby trapped? No. Nothing of the sort. Just that . . . picking those up seems unwise. They appear to be <span class="mu-s">bonded</span> steel. Rare stuff. Artifice of the House of the Bonded, it's steel with a twist of an animists intent wrapped within the steel in the forging. It's steel that knows what its purpose is. Those blades were made for quiet work in quiet hours. Putting them to hand at all would be... some sort of crime. It radiates from them, palpably.
Whatever it is the Rats are importing they have loads of the stuff. Look at the floor. It's scratched and rent with other crates, and older flakes of dried up . . . scales? Dust? Pollen-powder? Hard to tell.
But it means this isn't the first shipment that's passed through here. But I haven't heard rumours of the Slicerats peddling anything particularly new. They're not the types to hold on to a drug of any use on the streets all by themselves, and they aren't really habitual users.
That's a mystery then, isn't it? If they've had multiple shipments, where did they all go? What are they all for?
Well, more rats could be hiding in the shadows. Watch your corners. Find some way to light this place on fire.
[ WORLD PHASE, patience... ]
