Stavanger Bay Ever Consuming Fire

While the other continued to talk, Thistle looked around her for Stinging nettle, the rabbit momentarily forgotten. She found some and with a sigh she pulled some of it gently up, mindful not to get any on her tongue. She carried it towards the nearest fresh water source, dropping it in and placing a rock on top of it, so it didn't float away she sat down to wait.

She turned towards him as he continued to speak. Thistle's hackles rose and she spoke sharply, no man will treat me as a lower class citizen, while i still have blood in my body and fire in my soul. However, if you kill them all you will not have any slaves, or perhaps lower class citizens yes?