Torvel looked at both of them with the kind of expression I've started recognizing. He had both containers in his hands already.
"We have something for the sewers residue."
He said it the same way he quoted fares. The same even delivery. Just… information. Like gravity. You don't argue with it, you just deal with it.
Brenne's eyes shifted from the containers to him. "What kind of residue."
"The compound in that sewers isn't standard drainage. It's what happens when dimensional runoff mixes with active Abyss material in an integrated dungeon environment. Standard water doesn't fully clean it." He indicated the two containers. "These do."
Brenne looked at her feathers. They hadn't dried right. They were sitting wrong, like fabric that had been folded badly and decided to stay that way. Then she looked at the container he'd meant for her.
"Where did you source that," she said.
