[b]"'ave it yer way."[/b] Daniel said, somewhat solemnly putting the cork in that bottle and putting it down. He took a stone bowl and medium sized stone, putting herbs into it and grinding them up. This set, though old was his only prized possession. It allowed him to press into the herbs without splitting the bowl or loosing any of the herb's potency. [b]"That be a tale I don't tell lightly."[/b] He said, still facing her and grinding away, occasionally adding more herbs as he went. He took a taller bottle with clear liquid in it, another uncommon prize. He added a little to the ground plants and continued to mix it. He always found the methodology of making a salve to be relaxing. Daniel often found it easy to loose himself in his work, the only think he sort of enjoyed on the entire vessel. He placed the bow of completed spread on the ground. 

[b]"'ere. If ye wan' t' keep yer head an' not 'ave a rough time, take this."[/b] He said, cutting a small piece of a kind of treated root and bringing it to her mouth. [b]"Tis ginger, calms the belly."[/b] In his other hand he had a small piece of wood, slightly rough with splinters and teeth marks. He offered it to her as well.