In another part of one of the buildings, Sthena, still inside the room, went from one corner of the room to the other as he inspected the vials arrayed on a long table.
At another corner of the room were heads cut out from the rest of its body. Some looked as though magic were used on them, while others looked decayed and more rotten.
He strode to that side of the table, examining the state of each head, noting how pale and scaly the ones touched with magic appeared. He clicked his tongue, trying to decipher the intention of the witches.
Moving away, Sthena went towards a large cupboard he drew open with a click. Scanning from upwards downwards, his hand stopping at the top of an open sack.
