we're always running scared but holding knives
It's true - it only takes a couple of coatings of the paste for Isla to realise that the first fall of rain will likely render them useless (though, granted, they're still a jagged weapon). Nibbling at the inside of her cheek, an idea strikes. Using the wax paper that some of the herbs were wrapped in, she tears it into smaller sections and uses these to create a cap for the edges of the caltrops where the paste has been applied.
It's messy and it isn't her best work, frankly, but it will have to do. "They didn't start a war with us," she points out to Amun, glancing out beyond the borders of the Hollowed Grounds. "I suppose the scent of a predator? Got any manticore pee?" She smirks.
Isla makes a cap to cover the caltrop tips out of wax paper. She suggests using the scent of a predator to keep away wildlife.
It's messy and it isn't her best work, frankly, but it will have to do. "They didn't start a war with us," she points out to Amun, glancing out beyond the borders of the Hollowed Grounds. "I suppose the scent of a predator? Got any manticore pee?" She smirks.
Isla makes a cap to cover the caltrop tips out of wax paper. She suggests using the scent of a predator to keep away wildlife.
Isla
