Everyone in the room looked tense. They could smell the scent of irregularity. There was something bigger than just a plague that was troubling many people.
That afternoon, a sudden downpour of rain fell, pouring heavily on the small village at the foot of the hill. Amidst the sudden darkness, the old house looked deserted. The light of the lamp burned dimly inside, indicating that there was still life inside.
At the living room table, Arya Dipa sat with his trusted warriors, examining the items spread out on the table. There were several bundles of medicine wrapped in white cloth.
Arya Dipa's hand reached out to one bundle of cloth. He picked it up and smelled it. She smelled it for a while but there seemed to be no suspicious odor.
"I'm sure this is poison, but why is there no smell?" muttered the prince.
