Megan Conley

Eyes Like Ours

As I studied the items before me, I began to doubt that they were the tools of a Paniscian spy. The only thing that could be considered a weapon was a stone knife, but its size and simplicity suggested it was less a weapon and more a practical tool. It was nothing like the one I had at my own hip, and it was clear that more time and care had been put into crafting the pouch beside it, which had intricate designs embroidered into the sturdy fabric. The food and items that were in the pouch, though odd in their design and variety, did not seem to pose a threat either.