As can be imagined, inside the tent was very dark, the only light a solitary candle.
“It’s nocturnal, you see,” said Anton in a low voice, dropping the flap down behind us. “It’s more active in the dimness.”
My eyes needed some adjusting, but after a minute I could see a cloth-draped table at the far end of the tent—opposite the candle, of course—with a large cage resting on it. Something—some creature—of smaller frame than I was expecting sprawled within, motionless.
“Please, come closer for a better look,” said Anton, brushing my shoulder with a hand.
There was a cordon about halfway into the tent and I moved up to it, squinting at the little beast as Anton ducked below it and approached the cage himself.
“It’s best you don’t get too close,” he said, and chuckled. “The ishcrin event
