Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160228221959/@comment-6006054-20160310234722

Taervik placed his fist over his heart and bowed his head in salute once Trymir was finished. He raised an eyebrow at Elinnel's hurried exit, but made nothing of it.

His first destination was the workshop. The Exile's knowledge of poisons had expanded immensely over the last two months. His current favorite concoction was a modified version of one he had discovered in one of Teeth's many tomes on the subject. It thinned the blood, making its victim light-headed, sometimes achieving lethality with just that. Taervik had discovered that the thinned blood flowed easily from wounds, and its watery consistency prevented clotting. Killing beasts afflicted with it would be easier, if messier, work. Taervik began packing up his vials. He preferred metal vials to glass ones. Sure, it was more difficult to determine contents, but there was no risk of them breaking and getting toxins everywhere.