"Still charming that snake are you, Musa," Saidah chuckled. She stepped through the opening of the doorway with the caravan's supplies, and armaments. Musa sat absolutely still. "Hush, not a word out of you. This one is very slippery. One bite out of it, and it will send you crying to Havasa. Its venom could be the key to unlocking the chest we found those several miles from here. You know the Kiltas are loons for locking their treasure up like this. I hate that!" Saidah laughed some more. "Well then, good luck brother, I hope you won't be crying to Havasa when I get back." Based on the Perfume Maker by Rudolf Ernst