Two or three years! Paper-pushers will be the death of so many people. Surely it could be faster to send some more people? Vesemir could arrange for a good team, and he wasn't a lord or anything. Well, probably. She never quite inquired about her current boss. But she's pretty sure in that regard.

The serpent hovered around as the three that formed the core of the expedition argued, points brought up and though not quite shot down the decision seemed to lean onto continuing. The bossman definitely was inclined that direction, and his vote's the strongest in the group. Well, since that's the case... Verdant felt like she should at least prepare from now on.

She couldn't distill enough pale-lilies tincture on the fly, but bit by bit every day and she'll get enough to seriously wreck a magical workings. And worst come to worst, bloodthorn fumes will buy some time. Painfully, but it will.

Probably. Hopefully. For now, another trick in her bag.

[b][color=#38b000]"Mmmm, this please!"[/color][/b] From her satchel Verdant produced a longknife of pale ivory. The weapon seemed to be carved out of a single large piece of bone, the curved edge glass-sharp underneath the simple leather scabbard. Emerald eyes flickered at the elf beside her, smiling face finding Jazdia's as the skull on her head disconcerningly felt like it too had its own individual gaze. 

[b][color=#38b000]"We're hunting the wizard, it seems!"[/color][/b] The concern from earlier was nowhere to be seen, Verdant rather spend the time preparing for the inevitable rather than worry about it. She walked along the elf toward a different section of the vault, letting Vesemir do his thingamajig with the weaponries. [b][color=#38b000]"Anything you can tell about hunting wizards? I may be able to prepare a few helpful substances."[/color][/b]

Never underestimate the efficiency of sleeping fumes on the unwary, or unprepared.