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Quenar stowed his new catch away then listened to the female explain the new terrain's rules. He did a quick once over of his surroundings, having a somewhat eidetic memory when it came to his current situation. After leaving he wouldn't remember the fine details but for a few days he could. He nodded at the idea of a cave, feeling a bit more comfortable with the feel of rock under his boot rather than this dirt and grass. Not to mention he did not relish the idea of being caught out in the sunlight were any enemy could see him. Being a blind poisoner is never a good thing.

"So where shall we set up camp? I am trusting you to find the most appropriate place given you great experience in this terrain so unknown to me." Quen paid her plenty of respect being his guide but also being a female. After all he was still a loyal Lloth worshiping drow. Hmm, maybe he could find a nice plant or something to offer as a sacrfice to the goddess should his trip be wonderfully fruitful.

Quen followed the woman as silently as he could. He didn't want to alert any nearby animals or such with his movements. When they finally got to camp the poisoner set up his small area. He had been collecting things the entire trip, some things he already knew were poisonous and a few others he had his suspicions. He started a small fire, hardly enough to keep them warm and with a special kind of tinder that made the flame glow a green/blue color. It disguised his area as firelight wouldn't be noticed.

He removed the snake first, better to get the life specimin's contribution first. He had delt with some snakes, mostly those sold in the Underdark so he could take this one. He got one of his cloth covered glass jars and quickly milked the serpent. While it only yeilded a few drops it was enough. He let the snake go in the nearby grass and returned to his small fire. Next he took a few plants that looked like moss and began to boil them in water, better to extract their poison. While that boiled he began to chop up a root of some sort.

"If I may ask, have you any experience with surface poisons?" He was curious after all. Perhaps they were of a different calibur than his.

Quen smiled as she described her encounters with all sorts of poisonings here on the surface. Most he could identify by just the symptoms she described. His young face was lit up by the blue/green fire, it was as if he could make his own magic with the brew. He poured the liquid he had brewed into a jar and cleaned it out quickly. Next he added some leaves to a mix of water and some sort of sticky liquid."

"Mostly to accern reactions. It would not be very couth of me to try out my poisons on my guide. But know of a few poisons you encountered. The cat actually had a disease on his claws, not a poison. Much like a dirty knife gives you disease," he spoke without looking up.

"The arrows are most likely covered in what I am making. A sticky poison, one that will stay on the blade until it pentrates the body,. The plant you speak of is called poison ivy. Just makes a rash. You should burn any cloth it came into contact with. The sap is extremely hard to wash off" he stirs the mix and a slight sweet smell fills the cave.

"But mostly I ask because you have more experience with the method of introduction. How you were poisoned. By wound, by ingestion, by simple contact. So many ways of introducing a poison to the body," he grinned in a way that only a poisoner can. He stirred the mix one last time before tasting it with the tip of his tongue.

"Interesting.."

"Poisons are a good trade. It helps to know many kinds. Even some healers can't identify a poisoning. After all, who better to ask if something has been stolen than asking a theif," he grinned a bit.

Quenar almost laughed at the woman's reaction, almost. He knew that would earn him a punch or maybe a dagger to the throat. Most didn't understand that a good poisoner could taste a poison and tell its potency and strength by a small taste. He poured the mixture into a small tin and closed it up.

"Hardly. How else do I know I've done it right?" he smiled and tossed her the tin.

"There. On your blade that delivers a paralyzing reaction. Good for wounding but keeping your prey alive for interrogation," he cleaned his pot once more before starting his last brew of the night. It was getting late and he would need his rest.

"As to your first question yes. I've learned many ways to poison others, mostly through trial and error. Error is always the worst since it's more noticable that it's a poisoning. A good job is when no one can figure out how they died. Thats also how you learn the different levels of reaction. Such as that tin I gave you. A very small amount only makes a tingling sesation. A deep would with a good amount causes paralysis," he smiled as he put the pieces of root into the boiling water and continued to stir.

"One can never trust merchants when they say something is what it is if you've never seen it. This trip is also an education for me. So I can identify false from truth," he added a few powders to the mixture as he continued to stir. Had to keep stiring or the stuff would burn. Not a pleasent smell with the mix he was making.

He nodded as she told him what to do once he was finished with his brewing. This would take a bit of cooking but he'd be in bed in a decent amount of time. For now, he looked at her. He was good an examining people and, as of yet, he hadn't had a chance to look at anything but her backside. Not that it wasn't just a lovely as the front.

Being a poisoner meant he had to be in the thick of things. Other assasins who use weapons or magic needed privacy for their menstrations. But not Quen; he had disguised himself many times as a servant or a delivery boy to kill his victims. He had also sold his wares to those seeking to do the killing themselves. Thats when you had to look at someone, to see just how serious they were. No use selling a good item to someone who would be too frightened to use it.

Finally his brew was done and he had taken in enough of the female. He cleaned up his spot quickly, stowing his gear in a silent action. He made his own bed behind her spot and tapped her shoulder softly before settling down. Quen actually slept sitting up, in a meditating stance of sorts. For some reason, he didn't like sleeping prone. Left too much of the body vulnerable to introduction. But for now, he slept.

Quen slept dreamlessly. He had trained himself through the use of some of his poisons to do so. Dreams meant your past kills could bother you, they were also distracting. So he slept fitfully. He awoke to the dusk settling in the sky. It was slightly blinding to the drow but he needed to get out there. There was one plant that bloomed in the twilight hours like this then closed back up in the night and day. So he could only get at this plant twice a day.

He gathered his things, but left his bedding for the moment. He already knew where a speciem was, having sighted it the night before. He nodded to Tre.

"I'll be right back, i have to go collect something."

He was out silently, blending in with the growing shadows. Now it was very obvious he was an assassin. He found the small plant, fully in bloom. It was beautiful, a bright fushia with a yellow center. And it was the center he was after. Right at the base of the stamen was the poison, and that was what he was after. He took a a small scapel and slowly sliced through the plant. Finally he got the part he needed and put it in a small jar.

"Alright, first part of my list is achieved," he smiled at her and held up the jar. "So small yet so effective."

He just smiled and stoded away his things and quickly got his gear. The male tossed a lock of white hair out of his eyes and followed the female. She seemed annoyed. He guessed it was because he had suddenly wandered off without her to get the first thing on his list. Or perhaps it had something to do when she jumped when he had touched her the other night. Perhaps he should have just spoken her name rather than making physical contact. Most were rather wary of poisoner's touch.

He kept with her, staying in the shadows by nature. Most of his other items he had yet to see so he had to rely on the woman to take him where he needed to go. Some plants were hard to spot. Other things were made out of secretions from animals he would have to catch. But his guide knew were to hunt and capture, he knew how to extract and use. It made for a good team. And her appealing backside didn't escape him either. He didn't mind following her.