๐ฐโ๐ฆโ๐ฟโ ๐งโ๐ทโ๐ชโ๐ฐโ๐ฐโ๐ชโ๐ทโ (brekkbybrekk) wrote in stromaisleic,
Kaz fell into step beside Katharine. When she paused to examine the berries located on one of the plants, Kaz followed suit. He watched her pop the berry into her mouth and then sigh. Unfortunately, she would not have much of an opportunity to indulge such a delicacy with sugar. They were fortunate they had managed to locate and be gifted the few food items they had.
"It is entirely possible those in charge may gift you with your sugar, but they don't tend to be predictable about that kind of a thing," Kaz replied. They did not really listen to the plight of those trapped on the island, but instead chose to indulge their ever whim, regardless of the harm it might cause to the kidnapped. Kaz hated it, but he also recognized that he could do nothing about it, but continue to be adaptable and prepared.
He listened intently as she spoke of the details of her role as a Poisoner Queen. In order for her to be considered strong, she had to be capable of ingesting far more poison than anyone else. It was certainly an interesting setup and one Kaz had never heard of. But everyone had traditions and customs unique to their worlds. Perhaps Katharine's could prove to be useful to the Bastard of the Barrel and the Crows.
"So, were considered strong by your people?" Kaz asked. Both gloved hands rested atop the head of the crow on his cane and his eyes watched her face intently.
To be honest, Kaz knew a little about everything in his world. Poisons were hardly his specialty, but he knew the basics of how much tended to utilize them. "If they have built up a similar immunity to yours, I am not aware of it. Those who use poisons in my world tend to not use it in anyway upon themselves. It is strictly a weapon," he explained.