Hidden behind the false wall are six corked bottles, each containing a dark liquid. Kelyn withdraws from the cramped space with one of the bottles, and pulls out the cork for a sniff. It smells of... "Alcohol. And.... shredded ragwort leaves?" That's not smell, that's sight, the crushed trails of broken leaves swirling in the dark liquid. The stopper is stained dark as well, and there is a powder on it. "The black colour... soot?" Kelyn replaces the cork and frowns in thought, touching her cheek. "That reminds me..." But a knock at the door interrupts her ruminations.