<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gzkeEiS.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Medb Mag Uidhir (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2044223)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Cell G<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>A loose fitting dark cloth dress, some foliage, a pair of heavy work boots and a backpack full of books and equipment<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Inspecting the contents of the bath<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The druid let her companions argue over the caution of smashing equipment without further examination, while she would normally have been on the side of Corinne, the contents of the room marked G held her fascination for the moment. How odd, that this viscous material can flow from a tap like this. What in creation was this? It fell from the faucet not unlike a continuous red ribbon. She longed to reach out and touch it, the first primal instinct of the curious from cradle to grave. It wasn't blood, it lacked the familiar metallic scent and the pigment too glossy and unnatural.<br/><br/>Medb got onto her knees, fingers clutching around the edge of the tub as though a closer inspection would reveal its secrets. She glanced around her once to check what the others were doing, before poking the liquid to see if its surface tension was more akin to water or a non-newtonian liquid like custard, the thought never crossing her mind to turn off the tap first.<br/>"What could this have been filled for?" she mused, "I can't help but wonder if it was for the benefit of your Ms Eloise... They mentioned rebuilding the mind, is this part of the process or another way to break it down somehow and if so how, exactly? Magical or mundane? Might this be the red ribbon that the sooth-saying Noire warned us of?"<br/><br/>She considered, momentarily at most, whether she should taste the liquid that hid the fingerprint of her index finger before thinking better of it and wiping it on her clothing.