"Actually, the idea that poisoning someone would make the split is intellectually...  Imperfect."<br/><br/>Melissa Alveres said, finally chiming in on the conversation.<br/><br/>"As, as I understand it, their credo is only that those about to die, or on death's door, cannot be healed.  Someone who is just poisoned?  Unless the poison stand to kill them in a few minutes or so, they will likely be healed."<br/><br/>She stands, adjusting her spectacles, peering at them with deep blue eyes, her other hand flicking her raven black hair.  She looked like a teacher, or a librarian, or something, though a very ellegantly dressed one.  She had worn a black, formal dress for this meeting, and smiled at her... Varied companions.<br/><br/>"And if you use a poison that lethal, it will attract no end of other attentions, I'm sure you know that."<br/><br/>Behind her stood another woman who's apearance rather matched her's, but... Plainer.  Shorter, brown hair, and features nowhere near as striking as the other woman's.  Their journey had been quite long, Miss Alveres had been entertaining herself in a different court, slowly working her way up the social structure, enjoying the attentions of the various...  Nobles who had fallen for her charms and her abilities.  It was careful work, though sometimes quite rewarding.  It was fun, too, to weild such power by proxy, and it always meant that if things went awry, someone else took the fall.  Still, the small kingdom had been poorly defended against her wiles, and it had been getting boring when she had gotten word of the other... Possibility, and she had found it most intriguing.  She already had a following, and now that she had heard the plan, she wondered if she could create her own cult.<br/><br/>"We may want to get there, and have a look at the actual situation before attempting to set any plans in stone."