Magical Starsign.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Mael pouted and scratched her chin thoughtfully. Perking up all of a sudden, she thrust a finger at the wooden box. "If they be leavin' a note like that in a box, diya think its a trap, lads? Anythin' in a box that isn't booty be suspicious, that's what I say!" She exclaimed. "-Or it could be someone really desperate for some company. Or someone really thirsty!"