Ray
Every breath,
is a giveaway dance
Ray nodded in agreement of his proposed trade. "Deal." It was a fair enough offer. As for the possible uses and purposes that Deimos outlined, they seemed reasonable enough. Even though the talk of war was far too open-ended. Ray was a woman who kept the secrets of all manner of characters. So even though she caught the slight subtext, it didn't bother her. He'd agreed to her terms and that was enough for the information broker in her.is a giveaway dance
Ray had almost been expecting inquires about poisons and other forms of lethality. To hear him ask about sleeping potions was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. They were certainly useful in war if one did not wish to kill their enemy. "I can actually. There are numerous plants that can be used for sleeping potions and draughts of varying strength. It depends on your goal as to which plants and how much." Ray noted. "Are you looking to calm someone, make them tired, or knock them the fuck out for a few hours?"
between you and the plants
-Susan Weed
-Susan Weed
