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It was a quiet task, one that allowed Caede’s mind to drift into a monotonous rhythm, running through the uses of the wolfsbane as he carefully picked it, placing it onto a small animal skin that would be used to transport. He wasn’t nearly finished though.

So as the boy approached, the obsidian brute turned to regard him with a steady gaze, his expression betraying a hint of surprise at the sudden appearance of the young child. However, his demeanor remained calm and composed, if not a touch annoyed. He wasn’t in the market of harming little kids though, so he was forced to deal with the kid while he worked. His attention was beckoned though, emeralds flicking down to the boy with a smirk. Curious, was he? Well, this was a fun one – the plant that is.

"I am gathering wolfsbane," The scarred male replied, his voice steady and measured. "A potent toxin. But it does have other properties. Do you know what poisons are?" Sure, indulge the kid.