She stared down at the bag, lifting an eyebrow as she slowly crouched down to pick it up, lifting her skirt just enough with her other hand that she wouldn't tumble over her own feet once she stood back up..
It was a delicate little bag. Not exactly decorative, but made of some very thin leather. Thin enough that it wasn't tied shut by anything.
Clearly, it was meant to be able to smuggle into nondescript places like the middle of a heavy book without making any obvious bulge in the papers.
She carefully lifted the flap that held whatever was inside it in the bag.
Some kind of...brown powder was inside. It smeared the inside of the leather where it must have rubbed against it when it was shaken up - perhaps even right then when she'd dropped it.
She stood up, gaze fixed on the strange looking ground up powder in the bag.
Was it some kind of...clay?
