Moonspear try the ointment

Disa half-turned to face back down the mountain, indicating with a nod at the vast carpet of green that they should walk and talk. The smell of rabbit had been strong a mere five minute walk from where they stood now; the land was pock-marked with warrens.

"Poison," Disa said, flashing him a look. They kept an easy pace. The morning wore on.  "I want to know what you know about poisons. And try to trust me when I say that I will only use the knowledge for the good of us all."