Talk:Medicine Den/@comment-4312567-20130412045735

Camorrista padded in silently, smiling under her breath, and focused.

The poison in the alcoves suddenly shot out in small, round balls, floating gently in front of the concentrating cat. Camo stared at them, deciding, then swiftly sent the miniscule globes of poison to completely envelope the herbs stored in the alcoves.

Grinning slightly, the terrorist padded away, leaving a faint trace of disease in the air.

It didn't bother her that whoever smelt the disease would be incapitated for a long while, infected with blackcough.