A farmer and his daughter

"Come along now daughter," a stout man says as he makes his way through the bush. He helps along a young girl, carrying tools. She asks "Why do we have to come here, again?" He chuckles, "One day my dear, all of this land will be yours. Right now is the best for you to become accustomed with the land and it's treacheries." He pulls a nearby flowering branch up close, "You see, I bet you didn't even notice this. These flowering plants you just walked by, could be sold for a nice tidy profit at the market."

Suddenly, he pointed at the rock formation nearby. "Look!" He points to the vividly purple shrubbery descending from the top. "If we can harvest those, we'll be able to afford that new cow, the O'Briens have been trumpeting about.

He pushes the up front shrubbery, as he makes his way to the formation. He says "Now, this should be a quick climb and my coin purse will be a good bit heavier. His daughter eyes it uneasily, "Father, are you sure you can climb this?" He scoffs "Hah, this? I've walked up hills taller than this." He grabs on as his daughter looks on. Grunting with effort, he pulls himself closer to the plant.

Grinning, he pulls himself up and pulls his knife out. He starts cutting in and out of the shrubbery.

"AAGH!" His cutting stops. "Father?" his daughter asks "Are you okay?"

"THUMP!" His body drops to floor, in front of his daughter.

He's been poisoned, that fool. Couldn't recognize a weed for his life.

You peer into your sack.

1x common poison antidote

"Father, wake up!" Struggling, the girl pushes her father over and feels for a pulse. As, she does this, you notice her gripping on to her necklace tightly.

A necklace of Anari, probably. If she's chaste, Anari might grant her prayer.