Augusta had managed to put the chest back in order when Sunday swept the leather flap aside in her usual entrance. The gold dragon was dripping wet, and as she knelt of the chest she noticed the key sitting next to Augusta, as the kweet had had no idea where that object was supposed to go.
"I'll ask you about that later," Sunday said as she threw the chest open and drew a vial and a pebble-sized fragment of stone from the leather pouch.
Slamming the lid down, Sunday quickly made her way back out.
