`“I dunno, darling,” the raspy voice of the scarred Naga-Ashen half-breed began, “Blood Thistle is mighty hard to grow, even in a region as rich as Gloam. It takes 50 years to bloom, which is when the leaves become particularly... potent.” He spared no words trying to conceal the fact that Ivory was seeking a poison. [color=40ceb6]“I didn't travel all this way to be told it's not possible to acquire.”[/color] Ivory was persistent. She ran a shop in Delteria and knew how to haggle. She decided to be more direct with the creature’s criminal tone. [color=40ceb6]“You [i]must[/i] know where I can find some.”[/color] “I’ll tell ya what, love. I'll ask around. See if anyone's got any still lying around.” He scrawled something on some parchment and shoved it in his satchel. “Not likely, though. The stuff was hoarded decades back and nobody has the heart to grow it. At least if they do they don't much care to tell anyone.” [color=40ceb6]“Thank you. It is much appreciated.”[/color] Her tone was almost too formal for the rundown apothecary. The floorboards creaked as the half-bread’s weight shifted. “You don't look the part of a killer. But I supposes that's the idea...”