The Heartwood Why does thou weep upon my grave

The harbinger was not silenced by this query. No... he had answers.

Purring in a teasing manner, the tiny woman flicked her tail against the beast's quarters. So you know some poisons. Perhaps we could keep an eye out for those as well. They could be useful at any given time. Poison was a safeguard for almost any situation; plus, it came in handy when a certain dirty deed need be done.

So busy talking, she'd nearly forgotten the direction in which they headed. The border of the heartwood was upon them now. 

Lifting her gaze to that of the harbinger, the woman's lip curled. She had no brought him along simply to tread their own land. They would be going farther. 

The heartwood does not grow the bounties we seek to richly. Other lands will have them, surely. We just need to find where the undergrowth is thickest.