we're always running scared but holding knives
"Sorry I'm late!" Infirmary matters take priority, as one can likely expect from a medic. But Isla is here, and whilst she doesn't have much by the way of poisons in her stock room, drugs and soporifics there are aplenty. So it's with a carefully packed satchel over her shoulder that she comes to join the two men. Pressing a kiss to Varus's cheek, she rocks back on the balls of her feet and smiles to Amun.
"So what are we planning to do?" she asks. Hastily scribbled notes are her thing (as are carefully crafted ones, or riddles, or snowballs thrown at her back, go figure), and the fact that this one is lacking detail is of little consequence. If they are bolstering the Grounds, it's all for a good cause in the end.
Isla brings everything in her profile, as well as a satchel containing herbs and drugs that induce drowsiness/sleep.
"So what are we planning to do?" she asks. Hastily scribbled notes are her thing (as are carefully crafted ones, or riddles, or snowballs thrown at her back, go figure), and the fact that this one is lacking detail is of little consequence. If they are bolstering the Grounds, it's all for a good cause in the end.
Isla brings everything in her profile, as well as a satchel containing herbs and drugs that induce drowsiness/sleep.
Isla
