Traxex didnt take a step further, the glare she was getting from the person infront of her was enough to make anyone cautious. The small vial she pulled out from the bag infront of her was filled with brown and green liquid, sqirling silently in its little prison.

When the stopper was released from the vial, Traxex immediately knew what it was. 23 years of potion making and working as a woods guide in lower Westwood had honed her senses.

"Aum leaves for the healing, bonemeal for thickness and crushed ivy for strength", she said softly under her breath. She thought briefly over her travels, trying to think where the last time was where she encountered such strong smelling Aum leaves. She knew in the back of her mind where it was, but couldnt piece together the details enough to recall a name.

A question from the elf, now awake, brought Traxex to her senses. "My name is of no concern to you light-walker, and neither is my business. Ill take my leave now, there is no more danger here."

She turned her back on the party, feeling the sneer finally leave her lips. It seemed the prejudices of her people were easily carried down through generations.

(And, waterwolf. We are in a forest a short way away from the town. We left a while back and traveled to a river. Just remember that for future posts. Other than that, nice story guys :P)