Irriari nodded. The girl may have been simply curious, as she stated, but she should have known that inquiries into the darker side of ones character could produce nasty results, some of which could include paranoia.
The red head answered her unspoken question softly, as if she did truly know the price of her words in a city that feared poison. Irriari was beginning to wonder more and more about what kind of girl the fiery red head was.
She preferred roots? Roots, by and large were the most versatile reagents for poisons, in Irriari's mind. Poisonous plants grew everywhere, often, in bunches which made them incredibly simple to harvest. Aside from being accidentally poisoned, there was little danger in harvesting plants, like there were with serpente and mineral based ingredients. Roots were easy to use, and didn't require much more than a mortar and pestle to break them down into a lesser form.
It was true, what the girl said. She was almost sure that she knew more than falconer, but she still had much to learn.
“What if that vial was poisoned? Yes, you saw me carry it over here, but many poisoners coat their best glassware and possessions in contact poison that would instantly absorb into your skin. All it takes is a bit of skill and stealth, and I could have you rolling on the floor, sick as could be.”
She didn't mean to frighten the girl, but it was the truth. Her next question was phrased more softly,
“What is your name? I am called Irriari.”
She considered the girl for a second, and stood up as she did. Her face was courageous, and if she felt fear, it wasn't strikingly apparent in the way she held herself. So far, she had more brass than most of Ravok to approach a zith who claimed to dabble in poisons.
“Do you want to learn more? Why?”
OOCSorry it's short, I'm bad with dialogue.
The red head answered her unspoken question softly, as if she did truly know the price of her words in a city that feared poison. Irriari was beginning to wonder more and more about what kind of girl the fiery red head was.
She preferred roots? Roots, by and large were the most versatile reagents for poisons, in Irriari's mind. Poisonous plants grew everywhere, often, in bunches which made them incredibly simple to harvest. Aside from being accidentally poisoned, there was little danger in harvesting plants, like there were with serpente and mineral based ingredients. Roots were easy to use, and didn't require much more than a mortar and pestle to break them down into a lesser form.
It was true, what the girl said. She was almost sure that she knew more than falconer, but she still had much to learn.
“What if that vial was poisoned? Yes, you saw me carry it over here, but many poisoners coat their best glassware and possessions in contact poison that would instantly absorb into your skin. All it takes is a bit of skill and stealth, and I could have you rolling on the floor, sick as could be.”
She didn't mean to frighten the girl, but it was the truth. Her next question was phrased more softly,
“What is your name? I am called Irriari.”
She considered the girl for a second, and stood up as she did. Her face was courageous, and if she felt fear, it wasn't strikingly apparent in the way she held herself. So far, she had more brass than most of Ravok to approach a zith who claimed to dabble in poisons.
“Do you want to learn more? Why?”
OOCSorry it's short, I'm bad with dialogue.
