[Michael spares another glance in Claire's direction. The blue sand looks like nothing in particular to him, either. Crushed lapis lazuli, or perhaps some other magically-valuable blue rock that doesn't exist in the world he knows? There are no names on any of them, of course.]

Those bottles may be unlabelled for a reason.

[It could be that Josselyn simply didn't need labels on her most-used ingredients, or it could be that one or more of them contains something illicit.]

Blood doesn't typically stay fresh for very long. The aging must be desirable, or it may be mixed with something else. Either way, I wouldn't suggest mixing any of them until we know more. They had me creating healing potions some months back and the consequences of mishandling a batch were significant.

[Just a bad odour that cleared the room for half a day, really, but it'd be unfortunate to discover more serious incompatibilities in Josselyn's stock.

He pulls down another book, paging through it as he did the rest. Unlike the others, this one isn't filled with everyday chatter about flora and fauna and the tending of such. There is page after page of sigils and symbols, instructions on how to draw them in the correct sequence, and which gods they're meant to invoke.]

She had interesting taste in literature. Fishing, foraging, and high magic.