Sigmund bowed his head slightly deeper,<strong>"You have my thanks."</strong>As he followed, the hood of his cloak was pushed back, what he haden't been protected from was evident as strands of his hair still clung to his face. Curious eyes wandered, some upon the household, mostly upon the lady. Though as much as he appreciated the opposite sex, nothing could have left his jaw more agape than when he laid eyes upon her book collection.<em>"There must be hundreds of books here..."</em>he mouthed in disbelief. Oh, would that he only had more time! Ofcourse, his wandering attention snapped when the lady spoke.<strong>"Hnn. Goblins have access to it, so it's ingredients are likely natural. Things as they are, I wouldn't fully discount magic though. It is black, paste-like in consistency and the only known effect is that the wounds it causes do not heal naturally. As though cauterized, but they sit open."</strong>Thinking back to the arrowhead wrapped carefully in his pouch,<strong>"I have a sample, albeit old and perhaps contaminated by soil."</strong>