"You may call me the Keeper of Poisons..."
-Ivey-
A Demon who possesses...
...the body of a Elf

Ivey looked at him over her shoulder.
"They are just my accounting of how many poisons I have survived in this body along will all the ones I had before." she said. She looked away as she began to get out things to make breakfest. When she was mixing up eggs, a knock sounded at the door.
"Can you finish mixing the eggs?" she asked him before she walked to the door.
Two children stood before her sweating and panting from running.
"Please we need a cure for a poison. Our father is not going to make it without it." the older one cried. Ivey sighed before speaking.
"What is he suffering from? I need everything you can give me or he could get the wrong cure and end up dieing" she said. She nodded when they told her everything. She left them outside as she walked into her home and opened a chest before shifting about a few bottles. Carrying a small blue bottle to the children, she stopped before them before speaking.
"Make sure he drinks ever last drop of this. And than give him only broth for two days since his stomach will be very senstive. Now go quickly this is not a place safe for children alone" she said. They thanked her before running off as she closed the door and sighed darkly. Her left hand had her nails from her right arm dug into it. She calmed and sighed darkly. Sometimes it ws hard being around children since they could easyly get into trouble.
"...For I collect many different types besides mixing my own."