Vin can feel the effects of the fyrrha herb tugging at her through the entire trip through the forest, and she doesn't like it. On the surface it feels relaxing enough but here in the middle of unfamiliar territory she's not particularly interested in feeling anything but tense and she doesn't appreciate the drug trying to lull her into restfulness and dull her alertness.

As such, she's been making the walk with periodic flares of both pewter and tin. The first to fortify her body against the herb and the second to clear her head with a rush of input from her senses. It's in the middle of one of those flares of tin that she picks up a very tiny voice from somewhere down below. Coming to a stop, she looks down at her feet and....

Stares.

Blinks slowly once. Twice.

Frowning she raises a hand to her eyes and waves it back and forth once. Her frown deepens and she glances back over her shoulder in the direction she came from.

"I am never touching fyrra again."