Sepoto does not return to the inn that night. Instead he patrols the verges of the village for a time, eventually finding a tall banyan in which to take his rest. Finding a comfortable branch high up in the canopy, the whispers of the wind lull him to sleep, and rest settles upon him as it never could in the feather-bed of an inn.
Come daybreak he spends much of the morning searching the jungle around the village, gathering a copious amount of fruit for his companions and the children of Havenwood. It feels good to think of Happy Children instead of Angry Children for a change.
When he encounters Charles methodically picking through brilliant green berries in a patch of low briar, he smiles, his broad yellowed teeth radiating goodwill. At first Sepoto doesn't even have the heart to tell him, but after watching the scout's frustrations for time, he draws nearer and promptly plucks a number of the tiny fruits that Charles seems to be handling with such deliberate care. Sepoto pops a handful in his mouth without a word, chewing loudly and swallows, before speaking.
"Friend-Charles, if poison it is you seek, then I am sorry, for you look in the wrong place. The children of the village will greatly like those dretkha-fruit you have already gathered, if I may have them. I fear that the foes you try to poison with such fruit will only suffer from their juicy goodness..."
Chewing noisily, the juice running down his furry chin, something occurs to the shifter.
"Perhaps, Friend-Charles, I could help you find some of what it is you seek?"
[SBLOCK] Pebele, though Sepoto has no skill training in Craft (Poisonmaking) his Ninja class ability allows for poison use and application. If you'd allow it, and if it is feasible, he would be happy to help Charles (and himself) find something near Havenwood to restock their poison supplies. [/SBLOCK]