You hate being sushed like a child but this woman speaks English, and not even that hauty Brtish stuff, so you'll wait until she'll talk to you. The moments stretch longer and longer but you resist the urge to speak again. Gertrude looks at the woman suspiciously and then to you. She scowls and stands up but finds her legs won't stay under her. She falls back to the ground again and you scramble over to see if she's okay.

"Gertrude," you ask with concern but the pregnant woman looks past you. Her eyes are unfocused and suddenly she starts seizing.

"About time," the other woman grunts as she rises from the ground.

"What did you do?" you demand. "She was injured and pregnant."

"And has a hundred gold on her head for a string of murders so I poisoned her," the other woman answered. There was a satisifaction in her voice that sane people don't use with the word poison.

"What? When? How?" you ask but you know the answer before she says a thing: the water.

"The sweet taste was nightshade," she confirms. "But you'll be fine as long as you leave now. I don't do newbs." You don't understand, you have a million more questions, but honestly, this woman is creeping you out. Do you insist on answers or go on your way?

I'll try my luck with some one a little more sane.

I'm not going until she gives me the antidote and an explanation.