[Quiet Man Cometh]

Dara stirred absently at the herb mix in the pot, now broken down into something like a gritty soup. She looked at Andy when he spoke but otherwise focused on the fire.

"I don't really know" she said when asked who the others were. "I found one of them injured when crossing through Thermopylae. He said his name was John, but the man in the brown coat called him Michael." She shrugged. "The man in the brown coat, he says his name is Lev, but he is also a demon the others call Na'lsa. I'm not really sure what to make of them." She continued stirring and looking at the fire. The other three are Dante, Feenai, and the old man is Shealtiel. I don't know who anyone else around here is. We just arrived. I was foraging while the others investigated the settlement here."

Changing position, she took the small pot off the fire and poured some into a cup, putting the cup off to the side and the pot back in the fire. She looked back to Andy. "I'm not sure how to fix a hoof, but a shoe would probably keep it together until the crack grows out."

She tested the outside of the cup, and when it was cool enough to hold, she passed it to Andy.

"It won't kill you. It probably wont taste all that good either, but it might help with the poison."