“Am I to be reduced by such unfruitful labours?”
Feathers ruffled, slow blinks that sealed avian eyes, a tapping of taloned foot as Montbank considered the components. The aromas produced by the various mortar and pestles made the eyes water when too closely examined, let alone the acrid fumes...
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