[ When Beat is finished serving himself, Trahearne takes the spoon back and goes back to mixing the pot. ]

Orr is foul, haunted by its tragic end and the shadow of the undead dragon. Consider nothing here to be friendly, and that--

[ And when beat speaks up again, Trahearne looks up and is mildly shocked by Beat's expression. For a second, he doesn't understand why he's making that face, but-- ah. ]

I-I'm sorry. [ He reaches into his pack and hands over his waterskin. It is full of lukewarm water. ] I should have told you. Those are ghost peppers.