Crestwell frowned as he took in the veritable treasure trove of contraband in front of him.
"Well inquisitor, it looks like Voros has been keeping secrets." He eyed a couple of the bottles with distaste. "Cheap horse piss. The man has no class."
He sighed heavily at the pile of syringes. "These alone are enough to end his time as a Venator," he explained softly to Kate, gingerly picking one up and examining it. "It wasn't a decision I agreed with, but it's one that's pretty set in stone. Before your time I imagine, Asti."
He turned the syringe over in his hand. "I have no idea what's in this, and that's not a common position for me to be in."
He sighed again, and handed the Syringe to Asti. "Any ideas?"
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