❝do you think these are poisonous?❞
damira tilts her head, holding up a suspicious mushroom.
Eserine, takes a drag from her hand rolled herbal concoction, walking towards Damira with a smirk,
❝What an interesting find. There are two types of these mushrooms, one very edible, succulent and delicious. The other, will cause nausea, dysentery and possible death. If you would like to play with fate, I suggest giving it a try.❞
damira rolls the mushroom between her palm and smirks.
❝no hints? that's no fair.❞
she turns to face the tiefling, brow quirked. she tosses the mushroom towards her expectantly.
❝i've lived three hundred years, and i'm having too much fun. you first, darling.❞
Eserine cannot tell if Damira is being playful or hurtful, either way,
❝Such a delicious and devious mushroom, rounded bulb and dark orange underbelly. It truly would be a shame to not at least try it.❞
Without a second thought, Eserine takes a healthy bite into the fungi. She shows no expression.
damira stares for a moment before her gaze flits to the two pointed shadows the tiefling's horns are casting on the wall. they are a funny thing, these fiendish creatures. trapped somewhere in a limbo of existence. she hadn't met many in her travels before stumbling upon eserine in baldur's gate. a high paying bounty brought them, and the rest of their band of traveling misfits together. though it had only been about a ten day, something about eserine seemed genuine despite her curious nature.
❝all right,❞ damira says, plucking off the fruit of the fungi. she studies it in her hand before placing it on her tongue. it is bitter and earthy, and damira's nose curls upward in distaste. she swallows, trusting that this is just a trait of the fungi and not a harmful prank.
the drow tucks the remaining mushroom into her satchel before her eyes flit back to the tiefling.
❝i do hope that will not come back to bite me later, darling,❞ she says behind bared teeth, "or it's your funeral."
Eserine sees the distaste on the drows face, it's a familiar sight. The people of the cult she once lead, they would have this face whenever the word "chosen" was spoke. They knew it was her. The feeling doesn't take over, but festers deep inside her.
❝Wait.
Damira.
That is poison.
It is called hygrophoropsis aurantiaca. Also known as fools chanterelles. It will make you sick if you continue to consume it.❞
Is this enough for Damira to forgive her? Will she be shown compassion for finally telling the truth? The learned lesson from leaving the Cult of Graz'zt was pleasure doesn't just mean the pain of others, though most people seem to think that is the only way when you worship the Shadow King.
❝The ways of Graz'zt are behind me. I apologize.❞
She puts her hand forward for Damira to place the deadly mushroom.
❝I would like to teach you of poisons.❞
