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The woman’s response was expected, at least if he were to assume she had an ounce of common sense. She did not deny him outright, though. Arsenio believed this was a positive thing. She asked him what his plan might be, if he were to accomplish the task of killing the Pharaoh. The mercenary cast the herbalist a swift smile. He was pleased to have met her, pleased to be speaking with her on Mereo’s soil.

I am not particular, so long as death is guaranteed. My fangs would be adequate but would pose a threat to those I care for, he answered her carefully. But I have heard tell of herbs that can suck the life from the body that consumes them. Some slow, others swift – it does not seem too difficult to poison the food stores, the fermented fruits even. The fruits would surely cover the scent of any herbs.

What would the woman think of that?