Latonia didn't respond, other than shaking her head, as she looked down at the package in her hands. She had to figure out someway to get this into the private ward. While there was a million things she could do to cause a commotion, she needed to find one that couldn't be tracked back to her... but how...
Her eyes moved up and down the hall. Though it was day outside, they were away from most of the windows, and the lamps gave weak light at best. This cast the hall into an almost eerie glow. It was this glow, this mordid, almost scary atmosphere that gave Latonia her idea.
She turned to Nesir, that air of control, that feeling of 'I know what I'm doing' about her. "Alright, Nesir." She began, "This is what we're gonna do. You've heard about those.... stories, those fables that these feeble minded children have been hollering about recently, yes? The ones about the 'dead walking the halls'? Well, I want you to go in there, hollering and wailing about just seeing one, or more. Make in interesting enough to get the young men wanting to go see, but scary enough to make the young women cling to the healers. That way, everyone is distracted. Make sure to come up with some detail." She continued, "Like maybe their clothes were ragged, or they were kinda see through or something."
The Beast and the Harlot....
She's a dwelling place for demons, she's a cage for every unclean spirit every filthy bird
And makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings.
Fallen now is Babylon the Great.
