Eliza knelt down before a small patch of weeds that were growing below a window on the castle grounds. Each one was a different from the other in size, shape and of course, toxicity. Eliza reached out for the one with the leaves like maple but the voice in her head protested. [i]Not that one. Grab the one that looks like a fern.[/i]

"What for?" Eliza replied. "What is it?"

[i]That is bracken,[/i] her demon replied. Eliza smiled devilishly as she obediently plucked the weed. A leather bag was hanging at her side from which she produced a book with a hard burgundy cover. It was old and tattered, but in it were her various notes on different poisons which she'd collected throughout the years. She opened the book to a random page and carefully placed the weed between the sheets, slamming the book shut before placing it back in her bag.

"Of course, bracken. The cancerous weed that slowly kills the stomach. Wonderful," Eliza said delighted. How coincidental were her thoughts for the scent of cooking meat had suddenly filled her nose. She quickly stood and looked through the window that was above her, dusting off her black dress as she did so. Her eyes brightened at the sight of what seemed to be a kitchen through the glass, where steam was rising from the stove. Eliza stomach gurgled quietly and she clutched at it with a tight grip. Although she was perfectly capable of just climbing through the window and creeping in to grab the delicious prize, she was disheartened at the sight of a few others who already seemed to be waiting for it also. She wondered if any of them had a heart soft enough to fall for her deceptively innocent charm and offer her some through the window. If not, there was always the option of finding her own way in.