The two small bottles glistened under the overhead crystal lights, their contents a thick, poisonous red.
Haider Ali held one up to his face, turning it slowly, his sharp eyes narrowing.
A heavy silence settled in the room.
"Hmm..." Haider murmured, his thumb tapping lightly against the glass.
"This poison... it's the Red Flower of the West. One of the deadliest substances known."
The words left his mouth like a blade being drawn.
He set the bottle down with a soft clink and straightened, his gaze sweeping over the gathered students.
"Only one group is infamous for using it," he said grimly.
He paused just long enough for the tension to tighten.
Then, in a voice low and heavy:
"The Green Serpent Guild."
Aamir stood motionless, absorbing the revelation.
This time, no shock twisted his features. Just a quiet, knowing thought: Guessed it... in just one look.
