Phantom Hollow they say poison is a lady's weapon

fool. "you are going to die" Huntington adapted quickly back to her usual persona. the bite in her tone void, yet always blunt. what a child this one was. insistent on struggling without fruit being bared. her long spidery leg pressed the yarrow forward once more. "you have been poisoned. if you do not hack up the substance, your insides will give out. your heart will stop. you will die" it went unsaid that she almost questioned do you even understand? "unless you prefer to die" she would muse quietly, leaning backward to stare openly at the struggling stranger.