The plant that kills us is toxicoscordion venenosum, or death camas if you prefer. The flowers look just like garlic. Peasants would watch the hunters using it and mistook the two things. You’d see them walking around the streets of Blutveria wearing garlands around their necks.” “Didn’t anyone correct them?” Vlad looked up, quirking an eyebrow at him, his fangs bared in a rare, full smile. “Would you stop your food from seasoning itself?”
