Evidently, the only job that elder barbarian has is to pass out cutlery. Well, more or less. A basket isn’t an edged weapon in the strictest sense, but I don’t doubt she could still take someone’s head off with that thing.

While I was composing this, Shadlyn helpfully pointed out that, during winter, there’s precious little in bloom. Y’know, except stuff like holly. Which, y’know, is crazy poisonous.

Ah well. They’re barbarians. They already do everything else in a violent haze of rage, may as well add “going to the bathroom” to the list.