Yarin's POV:
There were three boxes wrapped in layers on the table. I couldn't sense anything under the effect of the seal.
The werewolf grandmaster unlocked the first one. After breaking the layers of seals, a fishy smell assaulted my nose.
"How do you feel?" they asked.
"It's an indescribable smell. It's like a large pile of fish scales and seaweed fermented overnight."
Inside the box was a small antique comb. Judging from the rusty black appearance and the dull pearls, it was not a modern imitation.
The werewolf grandmaster nodded, carefully sealed the antique comb again, and then took out the item in the second box.
This time, the smell was much better than before, like lavender with honey, but under a careful sniff, one could still smell the faint smell of rust, like fresh blood.
Without waiting for a question, I told him I felt.
The werewolf grandmasters looked at each other, nodded, and sealed the withered flower.
