As Alden entered the tent, he was a bit taken aback by the scents that hit his nose as soon as he was inside. He wasn't accustomed to being around such strong fragrances, coughing a little bit as he attempted to get himself adjusted. He took note of the napping tiger in the corner, an impressed look gracing his features for a moment before turning to see Abir pulling out cushions for them to sit on.<br/><br/>As Alden slowly adjusted himself to sit on the pillow that was offered, he placed the box down between the two of them.<br/><br/>"Well, I've made sure to use some potions to keep them as fresh as possible but... here lies my old cockatrice."<br/><br/>As he opened the box, there was not much of a stench of decay, though it was most likely because the strong scents of the incense and perfumes were already doing a good job of covering it up. Inside lie a fairly well-preserved corpse of an old cockatrice, its eyes closed.<br/><br/>"Its feathers are a bit disheveled, so you probably won't see too much use of that save for potion ingredients that call for it. The leather of its wings and the scaley parts of its hide are in fairly decent condition, though. Its eyes are still very much there, so I would recommend caution. It's not likely its deadly effects would keep after death, but I know they are especially very potent for magical uses, especially the... fatal kind," Alden explained, ending with a small dark chuckle after his last point.