Herbalists' Cache been training vipers to come for you

Oh. He shivers again, glancing over the length of the barrel-chested beast as another bolt of fear hits him, over narrow hips and blood-crusted fur — anywhere but his eyes. Those eyes are full of pale fire, smoke and ruin and death. Are you going to hurt me? He hears his own voice as if from a distance, marveling at how detached it sounds, at how well he hides the fear eating at his insides like acid - no, like fire.