Andor.
The sun's heat had begun to dwindle. Kara collected the branch and began to examine it. "It seems so ordinary," Kara admitted.
"What does it do?" I asked.
"I was told that it was some poison for the old ones. A lethal one." Kara replied.
I smiled. "Good. Are you sure that I should not get another branch?" I asked. "A single branch seems too small."
"One scratch from this branch is enough to end your life." She said. "Trust me when I say that this is powerful enough."
I nodded. "I trust you."
Kara strolled back to her horse, reached for the pouch at the side of the horse, and put the branch inside.
"I assume you know the way to wherever it is; Andor and his family are holed up," I said.
She eyed me from head to toe and asked. "Was your plan to rely on me all through?"
