Roman's weekly task had been to hold a class teaching other's about the dangers of poisonous herbs if he knew such a thing. Things like the kinds that had the word "poison" in the name, things about those that didn't. He didn't know all of them, but Roman knew a few. What they looked like, what their names were, even that some of them were only poison if too much was taken, others poison if a single drop entered your system. Nothing would kill another right away, but with some things, there were cures. Time was a cure for some, ejecting it from the body another, but there were a couple that couldn't be cured, that would kill the other no matter what.

It was a touchy subject for the male, having been victim to some of the lethal herbs in an attempt to get information from him when he was younger, and finally one of the ones that could not be cured by his own father in an attempt to get rid of him - only Pluto didn't know that Roman could come back as many times as it took to complete whatever it was that Roman was here on this plane of existence for. He didn't know the reason, just that he couldn't actually die, and he hated it.

"Gather around for a class on poisonous herbs, brought to you by my weekly task." The male would call out. He didn't like to think about why he couldn't die, so he taught about killing instead he supposed.