The wagon rattled her around terribly, but thankfully Esme was used to working in such conditions. She walked back to the others with Genthus, pack on her shoulders.
“I didn’t sign on to torture goats, big guy.” Really, none of these substances should be ingested by anyone or anything. She didn’t want to consider the effects – and shot the qunari a sour look for forcing her to do so. Dreadful.
She passed over her creations to Byrne and listened to his plan. It seemed sound enough. Kill the big, dangerous animal in a way that put all of them in as little danger as possible. Yet, it seemed an awful way to die. Trapped, poked full of holes. Genthus and Caro were sure to get a face full of poison spit as they hacked at the poor creature – and they’d pretty much deserve it, too.
Esme set a little apart from the others, picking at her food. The stink of the trap was a real appetite killer.
“What if we found a way to lure it away from their lands, somehow? Killing an animal just for being itself doesn't sit right with me.” She looked to Ceren for support.
“I didn’t sign on to torture goats, big guy.” Really, none of these substances should be ingested by anyone or anything. She didn’t want to consider the effects – and shot the qunari a sour look for forcing her to do so. Dreadful.
She passed over her creations to Byrne and listened to his plan. It seemed sound enough. Kill the big, dangerous animal in a way that put all of them in as little danger as possible. Yet, it seemed an awful way to die. Trapped, poked full of holes. Genthus and Caro were sure to get a face full of poison spit as they hacked at the poor creature – and they’d pretty much deserve it, too.
Esme set a little apart from the others, picking at her food. The stink of the trap was a real appetite killer.
“What if we found a way to lure it away from their lands, somehow? Killing an animal just for being itself doesn't sit right with me.” She looked to Ceren for support.
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