southern star

Unpleasant, she replied. After a moment, she continued: The Tamassrans use it when a subject refuses conversion. Viddath-bas have been touched by Qamek. Something that could likely happen to her if she were ever to be captured by the Qun. The irony of this woman unknowingly finding a piece of that puzzle did not escape her.

The Huntress listened intently for the answer on the other poisonous plant, the one she could find use of herself. Common was good, it would mean her vitaar might be easier to make. A little less precious.

I make vitaar. Pausing for a drag off her pipe, she reached around to one of the pouched on her belt and loosened it. Holding it out, she nodded to it. It is my protection, but it is poisonous to all but my people. Qunari and the elves of Seheron, that was. Both were her people in their own way. The elves that gave her life, the Qunari that gave her purpose.