“What in the absolute Hells is this?” Marcello stood at the top of a curved set of stairs leading to a balcony overlooking the courtyard.

Morning light glittered in through the single stained glass window positioned on the far wall of the Netyarch’s private infirmary.

Kendyll gasped out as tears finally pushed from her eyes and down her face as she melted into the embrace of her brother.

It was warm, humid. In the distance, Aven could see the distant brew of a thunderstorm - which according to Kendyll, was a usual occurrence.

The physician hesitated. “…we’ve identified what the toxin may be. It’s not native to Calimport, but from Chult. The Tears of Midnight."