#kc_necropolis

Zane looks around, the nexus of trods that is here impresses him. The garden? it's great

But more than that... he gathers up some things and pries. Poking at an old wingback

Pulling out a crystal from his pocket, he focuses

And residue something left by a witch starts to form and swirl...

The crystal in his glows as it is suffised .... but then, starts to turn greenish

"Wait, that's not supposed to..."

And suddenly his mouth is filled with knowledge, but not the knowledge he sought. He knows what cream, clotted with age, tastes like. He can taste apple cake so long abandoned it has moss threatening to grow, his tongue now is filled with the flavour of rancid meat stew.

"GAH.. " he gasps, turning green himself, from nausea! And covers his mouth to keep the vomit in long enough to use his satyr speed to race to the bathroom

So much for that effort to learn more of witchy secrets