Pretty little poison

The charcoal and bone brute was big, but Scylla wasn't phased by it. Nero was larger by far. Even if he was big, she wouldn't be bothered. If ever there was a woman confident in her abilities, it was Scylla Klein. There was no situation that she couldn't think or charm her way out of. No man or beast that she couldn't handle.

The brute questioned her, his voice a pleasing, accented baritone. The cobalt and cream fae waved a single dexterous digit at him and grinned, pristine white teeth flashing momentarily. "Very good question," she responded, then waved him in closer to look and see.

Using the curved serpentine blade, Scylla pointed to the barbs on the end of the rays long, spindly tail. "These sharp little beauties are full of venom." Without another word, the blade arced down, sliding the tail away from the rest of the sea creature. She then carefully wrapped the barbed tail in a thick piece of tanned skin and slid it into the pack at her side. "The first step in cultivating poisons is collecting your supplies." There was no shame in her voice as she admitted to having nefarious purposes for the tail.

"Scylla Klein, Sovereign of Obscura," she gave her name, delicate head dipping ever so slightly in greeting. "And who might you be?" Blunt, forward, charming. That was Scylla.

"Scylla"