Lion Head Mesa Dangerous objects

For whoever from Ursus who feels like greeting Slate. @Merrick is tagging along. Feel free to tag whoever you think might want to join this thread.

Merrick talked very little on their walk deeper into the territory. Which was fine with Slate as she was carrying plants, wrapped in a dried leaf and couldn't talk. The older woman followed Merrick by not walking completely behind him but somewhat next to him, but keeping her distance out of courtesy. She felt uneasy and wondered if this was all a trick, if this all was a way to lead her into her untimely death, it wouldn't surprise her if that was his intention. Any maniac who believed in bear gods were truly mad after all.

She had decided to follow him regardless, decided to look past the whole spiritual aspect, it wasn't for her, but he and the rest of Ursus were free to believe whatever they wanted. When Merrick stopped, she stopped. She waited for a few moments to see whatever or not he was going to continue, but when she felt certain they had "arrived" at whatever destination he had set out for them she put her make-shift pouch on the ground. She opened it carefully and then she smiled.

Everything was there, intact. The more dangerous and exquisite items were there as well. She sat down in front of her pouch and waited for Merrick to speak or call someone, or whatever they were doing here. Slate looked at her dangerous items within her pouch and chuckled lightly. She touched each object with a fine delicacy that was rare for her. She was an odd one herself, so what if they believed in bears? She believed in life and death of the plants. "I brought something."

She was smiling. She pointed at red berries within the pouch. "Daphne berries. These are poisonous. Upon contact with skin they will cause itching, sometimes inflammation. And sometimes temporary blindness." She looked at Merrick her smile widening. Oh she might never have been to war, but she knew of weapons alright. Did Merrick think the same way as she did?