we're always running scared but holding knives
Leaning comfortably against Varus and levelling a smirk at Amun (she sees you, boy), Isla perks up as the potter begins to explain his plan. "I like it," she says with a gentle nod. "But are we not going to put some of the wildlife in danger...?" She hasn't seen much by the way of deer, but her keen hearing tells her that they're around, and they're probably not the only ones.
"Getting drowsy and falling asleep likely won't do them any harm, but a caltrop can be a nasty thing if its fallen on." Nevertheless, she still shrugs off her satchel and leans down to kneel in the soft grass, getting out all of her equipment. Most of the sedatives she has are in powder form, so it's with a small amount of water that she mixes it into a paste to be able to start coating the caltrops, once Amun has made them.
Isla mixes her sedative powders into a paste to coat the caltrops.
"Getting drowsy and falling asleep likely won't do them any harm, but a caltrop can be a nasty thing if its fallen on." Nevertheless, she still shrugs off her satchel and leans down to kneel in the soft grass, getting out all of her equipment. Most of the sedatives she has are in powder form, so it's with a small amount of water that she mixes it into a paste to be able to start coating the caltrops, once Amun has made them.
Isla mixes her sedative powders into a paste to coat the caltrops.
Isla
