With a dramatic motion of her hand, she pulled out a small, oddly shaped jar from the folds of her cloak and held it up for them to see.
The jar was made of dark, twisted glass, its surface etched with strange runes that seemed to writhe and shift as the light caught them.
Camilla uncorked the jar with a swift motion, the sound of the seal breaking echoing in the silence.
She then plunged her hand inside the jar, with an expression of twisted delight as she rummaged through its contents.
When she pulled her hand out, it was coated in a thick, slimy substance that glistened in the dim light.
Clutched in her grasp was a wriggling, grotesque worm, its segmented body squirming in her palm.
Tatilia's wings twitched with disgust as she glared at the creature.
"What the hell is that?"
Camilla's eyes gleamed as she held the worm up for them to see, letting the creature squirm and twist in her hand.
