Widow's Perfume Bottle

Wondrous item, uncommon

This empty perfume bottle can hold 1 ounce of liquid. While holding the bottle, you can use an action to spray the entirety of its contents at a creature within 5 feet of you. A poison stored within the bottle is magically transformed into a version of the poison that needs to be inhaled, rather than taking effect through contact, ingestion, or injury. It takes an action to empty or replace the contents of the bottle.

"People, at their truest, are good," Dame Vermillion whispered to the boy at her feet. She ran her gloved hand through his hair with care, then looked down at him, hardly a teenager. He had joined her underground guild as a means to feed his child sister. This morning, he had accidentally let slip the location of its hideaway to someone who shouldn't have learned it.

"However, even at their truest, they can be unfortunately foolish."

The Dame's free hand reached to a nearby stand and quietly found the bottle kept there. She didn't let herself feel remorse, because she already knew herself to be good at her truest. After all, she loathed the things she had to do, and her motivations—keeping her beloved city under control—were objectively admirable. The kindness in her heart must simply be set aside, as she couldn't allow blunders like this to continue. She would likely have to deal with the sister as well.

She placed a gentle kiss on the boy's head, and as his breath caught in surprised, she sprayed the bottle under her bosom and into the boy's face.

The paralysis would be a winter nap under a thick blanket, and the cardiac arrest the skip of a first love. It was the kindest thing she could do. The Dame pulled away from the boy, whose soft shakes broke into uncontrolled sobs. He was so brave. So selfless. So foolish. And she was so sorry.