Meesei waited in silence to allow the others to consider the news she brought. The silence hung in the air long enough to give weight to the severity of the situation before Darahil finally spoke up, naturally about the gas itself. "The gas acted fairly immediately. The others with me started to cough and collapse within seconds of breathing it in. It did seem that it would only work if the victim actually breathed in the gas, so I suppose it is likely possible for one to hold their breath if they see the gas beforehand. In our case, though, it caught us by surprise."

Meesei gave a nod to Marcaille, who had been holding on to the samples of the gas, then continued with her explanation. "We did uncover some samples of it; a few flasks. Like the suppression gas, it seems to be stored as a liquid until something disturbs it, like a sudden impact. I would guess that the enemy is able to store it in potion bottles to throw as a weapon in combat, just as they do with the suppression gas. They did not do so during our attack, but from what I observed, it seemed like they had only recently created a formula that worked as intended, so their soldiers were not equipped with it. Regardless, I am sure you can imagine how great of a threat this is, particularly in tight quarters. If we cannot develop an antidote, we are going to have to drastically change how we approach the safety of our clans."

Meanwhile, Marcaille reached into her bag and carefully pulled out a tightly wrapped bundle of furs and cloth, tied together by straps of leather. It took a few moments for her to untie and unravel the thick bundle protecting the flasks within. As one might expect, they had been exceptionally careful when transporting the samples to ensure their glass flasks did not shatter. Not only could they lose their samples, but it could prove to be a danger to anyone around it.