A tiny, sinew-tied bag, stained a woody brown at the bottom by the oils of the smokeleaf it once contained, lay beneath a square fold of parchment.
VT,
It is just a little some thing, may you get ec ak eksepsional use of them,
because you have lost some things does not mean you can not have new things,
These are a thing brought from my home, maybe they can find a home with you,
Glour'eya Wynsee
Inside the poque bag were three smoothly-curved needles chiseled out of dark, mottled bone, their points carved with extreme care. And at the bottom of the bag, two spools of red-dyed thread hang like meager weights.
Cochineal.