Katrina watched the egg roll about and still watching it as Oberym examined it and then put it down. She looked at Lryera with a thoughtful expression. “Yes the owl scout sounds a good idea, well done.” It always paid to compliment when some one did well just as it paid to kick ass when they did not.<br/><br/>“Aye” She said to the serving maid when she acknowledged Oberym, “Food sounds good, you have bread, butter and cheese?” Getting a nod from the serving maid she returned to looking thoughtful. Then with a swift motion born of years of practice she reached to her quiver and drew an arrow. Then she picked up the egg and matched it to the arrowhead.<br/><br/>“How small can you make these eggs, do they have to be as round? Can you make one that will fit to an arrow head?” She smiled, “And can it produce wasps rather than a bird?” She turned the egg in her hand as she continued to speak.<br/><br/>“Once we where taking a wagon train through the Forest of Grimsgarg and the top of a wagon knocked into a wasps nest.<br/>A swarm of them poured out and set about us, by the Gods we got stung that day. But the thing I most remember is that whilst they where darting around and stinging you could concentrate on nothing else.<br/>If I could hit a mage with an adapted arrow then he will be distracted enough not to be able to cast. And a mage that cannot cast is just a target.”<br/><br/>She smiled at Lryera, who having moved from next to useless to useful gained a lot of respect.<br/>