I decide to follow the beautiful woman. She stalks through the forest, picking the poisonous berries and leaving the edible ones. She forsakes a healthy patch of walnuts for a root I don't recognize. And she collects stagnant water and a bark usually used by Necromancers for Embalming. Could I have been beaten here? Could this woman be a Necromancer, the bad kind?
I take extra note of her appearance; You never know when thet'll be useful. She's lithe, with thin, long legs and velvety black hair down to her waist. Her eyes are set in a sleepy tone, but under the half-lid they sparkle with a feirce intellect. Her fingers, long and lightly calloused, are dexterous enough to pull out the pockets of venom from a wood-cactus without pricking herself. She treads on dry, brittle twigs without so much as a single snap. The woman is stealthy and nimble, beautiful and smart. A born killer.
She heads back home.
Should I follow her? She must be up to no good, as she's obviously mixing some sort of poison. But who is she using it on, and why? I'm curious, but I'm sure I'll hear of it if I wait. Is it worth it to follow her back to her home?
Should I go home? I have lots to think about. It will be benificial for me to mull it over, I'm sure. Perhaps I should take a cold bath in the brook too, and clear my head. I'm not thinking straight.