<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC - ESG</div><div class="spoiler_body">ESG, my apologies for not reacting the last comments your character made that strongly but I believed that you directed them at the fellow players and left them to be responded to by the other players there.<br/><br/>Muse, yes they were given the piece of the crown, the Baron certainly doesn't want to keep it there. Even if it runs the risk of ending up in the hands of someone else that way.</div></div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dahlia</strong></span><br/><br/>Studying the piece of arrowhead and the poison the concotion became clear quickly enough.<strong>Deathblade poison</strong>was vicious enough to start with, but the powder seemed to be done by someone who had a talent with poisons. Most people would not want to deal with the kind of poison that could bring a death to a normal person in less than a minute, but looking at the arrowhead it was obvious the assassin had not left things up for luck either. The arrow not a regular broadhead arrow, but a barbed one. The little thorns would have made a very painful, and likely bleeding hole in the chest of anyone trying to pull the arrow through.<br/><br/>Once those arrows hit, they'd be stuck, poisoning their victim, and if removed causing horrifying bleeding. Given the way the poison harmed the body and weakened it, they were a vicious combination.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC - Poison</div><div class="spoiler_body">Trying to study the poison beyond that with the original roll you made risks -exposure- to the poison itself.</div></div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Nava</strong></span><br/><br/>"You wish to find the huntsman? That's easy, he's at the stables again. You can find him by the barking, sneaking some good meat to his dogs again I bet." The servant quickly answered to Nava, the old man's face shining like he'd just gotten a shiny gold coin, just from seeing her.<br/><br/>Finding the baron's head huntsman was not hard after that. The barking of the hounds was very easy sign to follow. Heading over to the stables was enough to spot the darkly tanned man sitting on a crate of tools, a jug of ale in one hand, and his other hand petting the head of a big, burly hunting dog, while two almost identical hounds barked at his feet eagerly. It seemed they were begging for the slices of meat he had set on a wooden plate next to him, tossing those one slice at a time to the hounds now and then, before noticing Nava's arrival.<br/><br/>The man's eyes widened and he tossed the rest of the meat up in the air, the dogs snatching it up fast while some of it was still in the air, then moving to bite down on the meat on the hay-covered floor. Looking at her a bit flustered, the man tried to stand straight and presentable, and hide the jug of ale behind him awkwardly.<br/><br/>"Ahhm, how can I help you miss, I'm Bori, and if I may say so, I'm the best hunter in the town." The man smiled while stating his claim boisterously, but confident in his abilities for certain.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Deacon, Gabrielle, Collette</span></strong><br/><br/>The carriage had a couple of arrows at its sides. Two on one side, one at the other, but the two that had struck through the window and into the prince were the only ones with a poisoned tip to them. They were also the only barbed arrows, the others seemed to be regular broadhead arrows that could be bought from any town about.<br/><br/>The piece of the crown was light enough to barely notice while being carried, perhaps once assembled its weight might be worth noticing, but at that time it seemed terribly light and small to be worth such destruction.