Delan had gotten a hold of a journal from among the bandit's belongings and, after having read everything that written, had ripped out the used sections and begun his own recordings. He would often ask small questions to the individual members of the group, curious as to where they had come from and how they had found each other.
"I'm sorry to say I don't know anymore about this Stag Lord then you do. All I know is that Kressle reported to him directly but ran the camp without direction from him."
"That is a lot of if's," Moira says. She sighs and looks out over the river. It wasn't all that big or scenic but it did a lot to break up the vast amount of green and brown they had been seeing for a while. "They had some serious magic items and manpower at the offshoot camp. A fort is going to be ten times harder to deal with. And we will have to eventually. We have a password to get in but it might change soon. And we have booze. So why not use them while we have the chance? We bluff our way in. Get them all piss drunk. Then take out the leader. We bolt before things get hairy and let chaos can take care of the rest."
"And what about Garess?" she says without much pause. All her concerns were coming out and she couldn't stop them. "What did you say Dom?" she asks waving at him. "He's exiled form his house? Can we really trust him? What if he decides to take over the outpost? Or join the other bandits? Maybe he's just using Oleg's plight as an excuse to move in. Stake his own claim cause he lost his." Moira decided not to grasp for anymore straws and stop there. That was enough concerns for now.
Domitian frowns as the conversation continues, taking it all in. "This Stag Lord, he and his cause a lot of pain and suffering. They deal with objectively evil people, and at least one instance of what appears to be legitimate physical possession by an evil entity. We cannot take this threat lightly, nor take our time in dealing with it." He pauses for a moment, frowns deeper, and continues. "We do need to be careful, though. We don't know where the fort is, how many people it has in it, or what sort of magical firepower they might have. To just jump right in, or to make straight for it without making sure we are not leaving enemies behind us, is a recipe for disaster. We should follow the river, exploring as we go, and go scout out the fort. Then we can go in - as soon as safely possible. The sooner dealt with, the sooner we can move on."
When Moira asks about Garess, Domitian scowls. "Aye, last I heard he was involved with some peasant girl and they exiled him for it. Couldn't wash his hands of her fast enough to avoid being caught, I'd wager. I don't trust him; but he did have our charter in his hand. That little piece of paper gives with it a lot of power, and he didn't seem to have any interest in taking it. Trust him? No. But he doesn't seem to be too interested in a power play right now. Those noble types, they don't like to get their hands dirty, and right now establishing power in this land is a dirty job. I'd be more concerned about him after we accomplish that."
Rose bit her lip softly, contemplating the conversation and their journey to explore the surrounding area thus far. With the declaration of fey only a little while ago, she would very much like to know exactly what they were getting into and mapping out the area fairly thoroughly. Though be that as it may, there was also the possibility that Moira was right about the pass phrase only having a brief shelf life. "Sorry I haven't been nearly as chatty, just taking a lot of the information that we have gathered thus far and kind of mulling over it." She admitted softly. Then she shrugged and continued. "There really isn't much to be done. If you feel confident that we can go in there swinging, then I support your opinion. However, after those lovely staves were identified, I am curious if they got lucky with some unfortunate soul's belongings or if they have more of that kind of stuff at their disposal in greater amounts at the fort. Either one of those pieces is enough to give us pause if used against us for sure. Though I am merely playing devil's advocate about the situation, so don't mind me too terribly." She flushed some, hating being negative about situations, but they were so blind about the exact defenses of the fort, thinking anything less would be rather foolish. She would rather be more prepared for their soon to come confrontation with the Stag Lord and his cronies.
She then listened to Moira and Dom talk about Garess, cocking an eyebrow incredulously. "Ah, hmm. I would have to second Domitian on that one. He could have very well pocketed our charter and we would have had a hell of a time trying to get it back from him. I don't entirely know his complete background, but there is something kind of off about him. I can't quite put my finger on it, call it a hunch or intuition if you will. I have a feeling we are probably going to see more of him soon after we deal with the fort." She made a sweeping gesture with one hand, as if she were physically dismissing the fort in her mind.
Mehaila would sigh as Moira mentions about the fort. She had little knowledge of actual fighting, as all her experience had been with the spoken word. She listens to the plans about the fort, adding in from her limited knowledge " What if we don't move forward fast? Delan says they don't report often, they may not change the password often. What happens if they don't collect enough and the password changes? Surely he wouldn't just let the drink go to waste?" She sounds as unsure as she looks, which for an elf didn't seem that unsure, but enough after the weeks of travel together you could tell she was out of her depth. She knew she herself could sneak into the camp, but what would she do once in? She was one against who knows how many.
When the subject of Garess comes up, she states quite frankly, " Those in love do stupid things. I can charm most anything with a pulse, but I can not charm someone in love. Plus he had an item close to his heart that would lead me to believe that the story of him running away may be true, but I doubt he was alone. I am unsure if you would ever understand that Dom," She would then turn and look at him, searching for something in his face, unsure how he would take the news, " IF you fell in love with someone like me, would that not shame you? Would it not shame your family? And finally would it not shame your order? And yet you still loved one such as I, and then traveled to the River Kingdoms where you could build a nice, stable life as the leader of an outpost guard, and regain some honor, would you not do it? I think you are misjudging the Lt. He gave up all of those honors to come here? Why? He wouldn't have lost anything if he had denied anything had happened." She knew a bit about nobles, from part of her training, but what she had felt that day was different, was something she had heard of, but never seen nor felt. Lt. Garess had a noble streak, and not one born from the blood, but from character. He could be a great ally or a dangerous foe.
"Involved with some peasant girl?" Delan asks with an acidic tone of voice. "Is your soul so empty that you diminish love to something so devoid?"
The cleric of Shelyn moves his horse to stand near Mehaila, genuine anger on his face. "In any kingdom your insult would have been answered with a challenge to combat. Yet he stayed his temper and his tongue and treated you with nothing short of cautious respect. You have taken down a group of merciless thieves and murderers much larger than your own without a single injury and yet you are suspicious of 4 tired soldiers. Suspicion is a form of fear." His eyes narrowed and the bard delivered the next words flatly. "Are you afraid Sir Domitian?"
The cleric raised his wrist and the silver holy symbol of Shelyn was brought up to eye level. "A man willing to throw away prestige, money and respect in a corrupt kingdom to build a new life in another land for the one he loves is a man with more honor than you have ever known."
Rose began to fidget uncomfortably, not liking where the conversation was beginning to tread. "Come now friends, we can be reasonable. Let's not squabble among ourselves when we still have quite the perilous journey ahead. Right? Right? We should do our best to keep our pace." She asked, a strained smile clear on her face as she tried hard to ease the tension of the situation that threatened to boil over.
Finally, some conversation. Some planning. Some forethought. It may have been ingrained in her to think like this but if one didn't consider their actions and prepare accordingly they wouldn't survive long in the wilderness like she and her father often did. "Right," she nods at Rosa and Dom. "So we go there and figure this stuff out. Watch them for a while and then figure out how to put an end to this. Whether it's going in swinging or a more subtle approach. Use the password and the booze or ambush a few scouts. Might be none of the things we heard are even correct. Neither Delan nor the...other guy have been there. Just rumor that he's a drunk. Could be he's smart enough to fake it. Either way we're heading the wrong way. Let's follow the river and see if it leads us to the lake this fort is supposed to be at. If not, we go from there." Right, that sounded like a plan.
But immediately after Moira regrets bringing up Garess. Well maybe not regret. He was a concern. But people seemed too concerned about the wrong part. Who cared why he got kicked out if his family. He was, and he was here now...for some reason. "Guys that's not...*sigh* He's been kicked from his family. Who cares why? Peasant? Elf? Doesn't matter. He's here and likely desperate. People like that are like wild animals; they're hard to predict. I mean, did anyone ask him to verify his order from Restov?" she asks, looking around. "Maybe he's looking to settle in for some girl back home and maybe he's not. I think he's still someone we need to get the measure of."
Then, to get them back on track. "Staglord first though. I think he's the bigger issue. Twelve people at a camp means probably a lot more at the fort. So let's see what we got ourselves into." And deal with it quick so I can start looking for rare ingredients for forging. The way is out there. Just have to find the path.
At Mehalia's words, Domitian frowns. He looks pensive, taking in what she has said. That goes away at the harsh words that Delan directs his way, to be replaced by anger. "Suspicion is a form of fear? Hardly! Suspicion in a place like this, where anybody might be a member of a bandit team", said with a pointed look at Delan, "is simply the wise course. We are in enemy territory, tasked with trying to subdue men who lie, cheat, and maim at every turn. When faced with a new face, someone I know for a fact was exiled, with nothing but his word to say that he hadn't joined with the bandits, yes I'm going to be suspicious! We don't know anything about this man or his supposed love; we know that Mehalia can't charm him, and that he once supposedly had some sort of affair with a peasant girl. All of this talk about him throwing away anything to come here for the one he loves is nonsense. Even if he is completely legit, he told us himself that he was here by order of the Lord Mayor Sellemius."
Turning back to Mehalia, Domitian takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. "It is always possible that I judged the lieutenant too quickly. I'm not exactly rational when it comes to nobles and the pain they can cause commoners. My father was a noble who supposedly 'loved' my mother, a commoner, until I entered the picture. He washed his hands of us, and left my mother to raise me on her own. I've spent years studying the nobility of Brevoy, and I can tell you that is not an uncommon story. If this man really did leave all that for the peasant girl he loves, that would make him most definitely in the minority. The nobility, has a whole, is most normally the worst examples of humanity. But there are always exceptions, and perhaps Garess back there is one of them."
At that, he spurs his horse forward. "Moira's right, we should make haste. I want to see this fort for myself."
Vetra was riding the entire time on the outside of the conversation. Not really knowing what to really make of the situation, though having to sweet talk her way out of a lot of situations with humans, she thought about offering her two cents but the conversation seemed to then have gotten heated. Deigning this to be a human... or well other matter outside of what the Kobold felt she could offer any input that would hold any ground.
She'd keep alert, scanning the surroundings making sure that during their conversation they wouldn't come upon anything that would be remotely interesting, though she'd mull over the heated conversation that was taking place.
When Domitian spurs his horse forward, she'd do the same, but keep to the left of the group a bit as she kept a steady watch. "Keep steady..." was all she would voice out from the outskirts of the group as they moved forward.
Rose let out a sigh of relief, finally glad to have possibly dropped the conversation for now. There will be plenty of time after to concern themselves with Garess after they dealt with the Stag Lord and his cronies. She did wonder how many of the bandits the Stag Lord had the same kind of sick mentality of that last bandit they executed. Possibly many, as there was something strange about the first bandit leader they killed as well, the man literally bursting into flames and seemingly possessed. "There is something wicked magical about this Stag Lord person, just based upon the kind of items the bandits seem to have in their possession and whatever happened to that first bandit leader... What do you all think?" She asked, wondering if her concerns were actually unfounded or not.
"Like more of those coins? Might explain the first guy," Moira says. She rides a few paces in thoughtful silence and then groans. "We may have to dig him up and make sure he doesn't have one too." She looks over at Dom pleadingly. "Please tell me your mystic sight can see through the ground. I want to be positive before I have to dig up a corpse and do that again." The color drained from her face even as she thought about it.
Mehaila looks at Dom with a new light, having not known that about him. With that information his intolerance of nobility would make sense. She would tell him, her voice low with long ago memories, " It is not always easy choosing the right thing Dom. Sometimes I did not enjoy my clients. But it was the right thing to do for the Church." She also understood that humans tended to have sharper emotions on this subjects, and was happy when the new subject was breached.
As they were exploring, she would venture to the others, especially Moira, " I would strongly caution we not touch that flower ever again. Grow and care for it yes, but I would disturb neither the body nor the flower. Call it an omen if you will, but I believe we may have some strength on our side when we face whatever made that coin next. As for the fort, since we can say it is not nearby enough to threaten us, let us scout it and the area. If there is more than one base, and there is enough for one base to have 12 members, I think we should try to sneak in, or at least scout the area out.Did we bring those medallions with us? Maybe they will give us a pass inside the fort." She was trying to figure out how to best approach a fort, something she had no idea to do. She knew how to charm and seduce people, not assaulting a defended point.
Thea heated discussion faded into uncomfortable silence for the rest of the day as the group explored the hex and made camp that night. The next day they followed the river to the south and came upon a glenn where the river pooled into a small pond before tumbling over a small falls. The animal trail they were following traveled along the edge of the treeline and several times dipped into the forest proper. Around the pool the forest crowded the shores and reached into the water directly with several tall tree roots growing out of the dirt and into the water. Several long vines grew out of the water and climbed the trees with no discernable pattern and the glenn was alive with the sound of water and birds.
Mehaila looks around the clearing, enjoying the nature surrounding the group. Even this far into the forest, it was still surprising to see all the land had to offer. It is so peaceful here, shame about the bandit problem. Maybe we can find more places like this after clearing them out.
She looked about the area, before noticing something moving in the vines. She would approach, somewhat carefully, as they seemed to not be moving with the wind. She wasn't familiar with the area, none of them were really, and she was curious to the moving plants. She would call out to the group as she approached, " Guys, come look at this. I think this plant is alive. Look here, see it moving?" She had never seen anything like this, having been somewhat sheltered growing up.
Rose quietly took in the vegetation around her, musing some. She did always enjoy the outdoors when she wasn't specifically working on one of her concoctions. The lush green plant matter always put her at ease and lifted her spirits, but she also knew that the most beautiful rose, always had its thorns.
Lyra had kept apart from the argument over Kestan, not sure why everyone was arguing over man they knew literally nothing about. As they traveled next to the river the druid could be seen smiling as her horse meandered in an out of the water. All of that ended suddenly when they came to the clearing and she hauled back on the horses reins, causing the beast to snort in alarm. "Mehaila get back! Assassin vine!"
A living plant? Almost never good... "Careful..." Domitian says as he approaches to inspect the vines, curious but cautious. As Lyra calls out her warning, he pulls up short, looking alert. Crap...
Vetra was curious as to what the vine was, so she was keeping back behind Mehaila for about twenty feet or so. Far enough in case if there was immediate danger she could either bolt or assist the elf. Something deep an internal flared as soon as Lyra shouted about an assassin vine, stopping her movement quickly she back pedaled about five feet, watching Mehaila carefully.
"Never heard of that kind," Moira says to Lyra, "but I have heard of some plants being carnivorous and tenacious. Best not to get close." Moira followed Mehaila's vision to the vines. They were small targets and seemed to come from the water. A difficult shot. Careful of her surroundings, Moira either wades or hops along stones to the other side of the river to see if the vines were just as prevalent over there.
Upon stepping into the water Moira will find that the slope dives quickly to the bottom and within a few steps of the shore she is mid thigh in the water. As Mehaila steps closer to the vines both of them react by whipping out out of the pond in an explosion of water and slashing at her. Two thick central stalks flail at the rogue, ignoring her horse and everyone else within range.
The two powerful vines slammed into the rogue with bone breaking force, the second vine slamming the rogue off of her horse and into the water.
"Mehaila!" Rose shouts, seeing the vines lashed forth and hit her quite soundly. She watched as she was thrown clear from her horse and landed in the water. She went to try and urge her horse closer to the pond. She bit her lip as she struggled with trying to decide whether to try and swim to get her, although she had never been a real strong swimmer.
Seeing Mehalia take such a vicious hit and fall from her horse, Domitian immediately begins moving to her aid. Gesturing to the vines, he says "Someone cover me, I'll help Mehaila!" He urges his horse to the edge of the water, dismounts, and wades in to her, trying to avoid getting too close to the vines.
Lyra lets out a powerful snarl and a moment later Shirak comes exploding out from the forest. Green energy dances around the druids hand as she points at the powerful animal and a moment later smoke begins to rise from the ground where the tiger's saliva lands. The tiger launches herself at the vines a moment later, biting and clawing with all of her strength.
Delan stopped his horse and took a deep breath. What came out of his mouth was a serenade of passion and beauty, power flowing into the PCs as his song carried into the heavens.
Vetra cursed in draconian, the strings of guttural language flowing out of her like a river as she she quickly jumped off the horse and rushed towards the vines. The little gold kobold sought out the nearest fine, muscles tensing as she struck out with one claw, before a single thick string left her mouth, her next claw attack coming in suddenly flaring with a sickly green aura as she dug into her instincts, attempting to keep the vines occupied.
The waters deeper then it looks, Moira thinks as the water reaches her thighs. After the next step would it would likely reach her hips. She takes only a step towards the show when all hell breaks loose. She see's a green blur and Mehaila is in the water. The Vines.
Moira high steps over to Mehaila, drawing her greatsword on the way. Mehaila wasn't fighting the vines well. They might have stunned her. Sacrificing a little accuracy for power, Moira swings hard at the vines, hoping to cut them loose before they drowned their cleric.
With Shirak's acid enhanced teeth, Vetra's shredding claws and Moira's mighty thews one of the vines is cut into several pieces and fall limp to the ground. Unconcerned the other vine whips out at the largest, meatiest target and attempts to capture some yummy, tasty long pig.
The vines attack go wide however and the entire scene takes on a frantic note as more of the vine begins to flail about attempting to capture and consume anyone it can. The vine contorts into strange shapes in a blur of motion and moments later the the grass around everyone begins to grow and grasp.
Moira pauses to make sure the vine is not moving and focuses on the other one. It waves menacingly and then sweeps at her. She is ready for it though. She holds her blade like a shield and tilts with the impact, letting the vine slide off and preventing it from grabbing her and the blade. It is not done yet however as more vines and grass erupt all around her.
Thankfully she had seen what Lyra's spell could do and avoided it. She follows up with another powerful swing.
Domitian sidesteps the killer vegetation with barely a thought, focused as he is on his fallen companion. He reaches down into the water and helps her sit up; as he does so, he mutters a quick prayer that he would be able to patch up her wounds.
Feeling the rush of healing energy flow through him, Domitian's eyes widen and he smiles ever so slightly. I didn't expect that to be answered quite so literally! Thank Erastil! "Easy now, Mehalia. You'll be alright."
Vetra grinned as her claws cut through the vines quickly. Though the chaotic scene that would suddenly unfold around her caused her to jump, more out of shock as the grass started to grab at her limbs. She'd quickly move out of the way, picking up her feet quickly each time the grass attempts to grab her. Not the most graceful way of avoiding it but it worked!
Growling in frustration Vetra would lash out at the nearest vine to her, striking out quickly with all the strength she can muster.
Lyra ignored the grass as it slid off her legs and pointed her index finger at the vine with the thumb at a right angle and pointing at the sky. She bends her thumb down and energy crackles along her finger into a bolt of blue energy. "Bang."
The tiger launched itself off the ground just as the grass began to grasp, jumping at the remaining vine with all two limbs extended, claws at the ready.
With the numerous attacks that came raining in on the plant it couldn't stand up to the ferocious assault. All too soon the only sound in the glade was the small waterfalls that filled the pond at one end and emptied it at the other. Bits of the vines began to float slowly towards the end of the small lake and within minutes flowed over the rocks and vanished from sight. Soon the only evidence of a fight was the severed stumps of the vines.
Vetra looked around quickly once the vines were defeated. Dusting herself off she came towards the lake's edge, seeing how quickly the water deepens she'd opt to stay out of it.
"Is she going to be alright?" She calls over to Domitian, concern lacing her words, betraying her feelings for just a moment before she cleared her throat.
Mehaila blinks looking up at Dom. The last thing she remembered was saying there was this really cool moving plant, then she got slammed, and now she is off her horse and wet. She went to say something and winced, as there was still some sharp pains.
A few heartbeats later, as Dom helped her into a more comfortable position she whispers to him " If you wanted to get me chained up and knocked out, you could've just asked."
Her voice tried to hide the fact that scared the hell out of her, as she was completely caught off-guard. She still wasnt sure what happened though, and why she was hurting. She calls out to Vetra, her voice as dry as the desert " I'm alive. But I do not think my pride is."
Rose quickly dismounted her horse and tried to help in the combat. However the grasses and weeds surged and snaked their way around her legs, entangling her. Once the creature was slain, she pulled herself loose from the growth. She sighed and approached Domitian and Mehaila and the others gathered near the remains of the vicious plant. She breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Mehaila was still alive despite the brutal hits from the vines. "Mehaila... Thank goodness you are ok. I am sorry I couldn't be more helpful during that fierce combat." She flushed out of both embarrassment and shame as she took a closer look at the remains of the vine creature.
"We probably should get going soon, before it becomes dark and we have more of these attacking us."
At Mehalia's whispered comment, Domitian looks rather uncomfortable, and even blushes just a little. He coughs lightly and says quietly "just glad you're OK, Mel. Next time, maybe don't rush so quickly into the arms of living plants." He gives her a gentle pat on the shoulder, and invests another burst of healing magic into her.
At Rose's comments, Domitian nods and makes his way back to his horse. "Aye, a wise suggestion." Looking back at Mehalia, he says "Do you think you're OK to carry on?"
Laughing a little as Domitian blushed, Mehaila stands up as he heals her, feeling a bit uneasy as it rushes through her. She always felt each God's healing magic tasted different, and this one left a tingling feeling, like thunder. Be something to look into. I wonder if thats for everyone or just from one priestess to another?
" Thank you Dom. I am truly thankful you came to my rescue. As I am to the rest of you. I think the next time a plant is moving, I shall let someone else look into it."
She brushes herself off, very obviously trying to improve the look of her outfit, but the bloodstains on the yellow parts where a bit unsightly. She would have to scrub it later. After mounting back up on her horse, which would take a second, she nods. She was ready to be out of the grove. " I should be. I just wonder how many others fell victim to that plant. Maybe there is some reward for proof of destroying one? If not, let us make haste and explore more."
Vetra spends a moment to search the surrounding area at the mention of others possibly falling victim to the plant.
If she finds anything she'd quickly point it out and retrieve it, if not she'd mount her horse with some difficult before clearing her throat. "I believe I'm ready to continue." She'd give a glance to Mehaila for lingering moment before looking about everyone else, making sure everyone was safe and ready to move on before they head out.
Moira takes a moment to make sure the vine creature is truly dead. She makes sure the pieces are extra small. She looks around to make sure nothing else is moving more than the wind would suggest and turns back to the others, ready to remount and carry on. "We're close to the bandit camp. Hopefully if it killed others it was just them. Plus I'd rather not keep a piece in my bag in case it starts moving again." From the higher vantage point on the horse she looks out over the small pond and the nearby area in case there are more bodies in the vicinity. She was not getting back in the water though.
Anyone searching the area around the vines would find the skeletal remains of a humanoid buried under the base of the vines. Any armor or weapons the figure had were long rotten and all that was left was a pile of bleached bones and a few rusted metallic flakes. From Moira's vantage point she could see what appeared to be more bleached bones resting in the water near the vines, bones from numerous animals.
Domitian's ministrations quickly had Mehaila back on her feet and after some coaxing she was able to get her horse to hold still long for the elf to remount.
Rose takes a long look at the remains of the vine, turning it over in her hands and slowly the gears in her head began to turn and twist as she had the beginnings of an idea forming in her mind.
She started to try and think if she could use the vines of the creature to either use the entangling properties or see if there was a sticky residue that she could extract from the remains. She also searched the base of the creature, trying to ascertain all of the parts of the creature to harvest for her experimentation.
Lyra pushed her reluctant horse closer to the dead plant. "You know Rosa the seeds of such a plant might be very useful. They have a hard shell and can remain dormant for decades. The seed pouch will be where all of the vines converge Rosa, you will need a dagger. The fibers in that section are particularly tough."
Rose turned to her sister and her eyes widened. "Oh really? Interesting. Just a dagger you say?" She began to rummage around inside of her pouches and her bag, trying to find a dagger among all her possessions. Unfortunately after about a minute or two of digging through her belongings she looked up at her sister, rather sheepishly.
"Ah well, it would seem that I have managed to misplace my dagger." Her cheeks flushed and she rubbed her arm, looking away from her sister upon her horse.
Mehaila shakes her head, and without much movement or noise, a dagger appears in her hand, even though her revealing outfit didn't really leave much room for a dagger.
" Use mine, but I will expect a.... favor in return." her voice drops a bit, and she would wink at Rosa before a sly grin covered her face.
Rose would try to catch the dagger and drop it, before picking it up gingerly. The last comment had her blushing furiously and stammering. "Th-thank you Mehaila. That's awfully g-generous of you." She then takes the dagger and begins to work at the seed pod, trying not to overthink about what Mehaila said.
"There are more bones near the plant's base. Looks like animal." Moira comments as Rosa heads for the plant's point of origin. If her craft demanded she go for it, she wasn't going to get in the way. She'd do the same for her's but there was little to no call for plant matter in arms crafting.
Domitian keeps his bow in hand and his eyes to the forest around him while his companions examine the plant remains.
Glancing about and muttering about killer plants, Mehaila watches Rosa, and leans in somewhat to look over her shoulder, having not really ever gardened in her life.
Rose works at the seed pod for several minutes before she finally yields results. She smiles, sighing in relief as she slowly collects the seeds from the plant. She turns back to Moira giving her a bit of a shrug. "I can't think of anything I would need bone for at the moment, if you'd like them be my guest my dear." After carefully containing the last of the seeds she could harvest from the plant she got back up again. She turned around and almost bumped into Mehaila. "Oh sorry dear." She handed Mehaila back the knife she borrowed from her.