Blackfeather Woods step or stone, breath or bone

Aesop raised a brow, frowning as he considered whether this kid's parents would appreciate him teaching the kid about poison.  Then again, Aesop didn't think anyone would be dumb enough to go and try and poison themselves deliberately.  Teaching the kid what was poisonous and what wasn't might keep him from accidentally eating something he shouldn't and dying some terrible death.  And besides, despite his unsettling nature, the kid was just a kid, and a curious one at that.  Aesop was weak to anyone showing interest in his skills.

"A bit," he said.  "Depends on what you want to know."  Carefully, and perhaps a bit rashly, he took a few steps towards the forest, peering into its depths.  He studied it for a moment, squinting in a show of intense focus.  "A place like this probably has good mushrooms," he declared, not entirely certain of this, but close enough.