Chapter 157: Hide it.

She passed the vial to the aged sorcerer standing at the head of the table. He sniffed it, narrowed his eyes, and without a word, walked over to where Lutherieth stood, silent all this time, his attention fixed on the map laid out before him, its surface marked with black and white crystals.

"Your Highness," the old sorcerer said quietly, "that scent... could it be shifter blood?"