"I have no idea!" he said. "The human's ponyservant had it in her packs! We should probably find him and ask." Whirlwind walked over to the packs in question and threw them over his back. A few things fell out; nothing worth taking note of apart from a bottle filled with a strange, viscous, yellow substance. Probably nothing important. Jacques scrutinized him for a moment before exhaling through his nose and wandering over to the pond, analysing the evidence.