"You did what now?" The elf looked at Merlin's hand with a concerned expression.
"Her soul. I ate her soul." Merlin corrected.
"Doesn't that mean that you can produce the poison yourself?" The elf asked. "In which case, it's not a matter of there cannot be any more, but just that nobody besides you can make it. Correct?"
"Not really." Merlin shook his head. "I may have her soul and her abilities, but my poison is nowhere near as potent as hers, and it lasts for a few minutes at the best of times."
Merlin retracted the rose bud back into his own body.
"I see." The elf said as he lowered his guard somewhat.
"Well, putting that aside now." The elf cleared his throat and got back to business. "I've got a couple missions for you to do."
"Alright, lets hear them." Merlin seemed excited.
"This may need some explanation first." The elf took a seat and instructed Merlin to do the same.
