Sleeping Dragon Quartz

Portia tries to speak through a mouthful of herbs but Thuringwethil understands little. The girl figures out what to do and spits them out, takes her offer, then proceeds to explain what she might be carrying. She gives her a warning but Thuringwethil looks down at the plant, uncertain of what she’s being warned about. While her native tongue resembles that of the common language, she often prides herself in the ability to easily interchange them for one another.

“You’ll have to forgive me, this is not my native tongue. What’s laxative?”

Thuringwethil takes a step forward, drops her nose to sniff the plant, but doesn’t pick it up just yet until she knows for certain it’s safe.