// not yet corpses, still we rot //
It’s a good thing he’s brought a little pack with him, then, if they’re to gather as much as they can carry. And between them all as they walk through the maze, picking directions and back tracking, there’s a little splotch of green that brings a broad smile to Varus’ face. “Gotcha.” He crows with a bit of amusement, moving toward the more sparse plants to pluck the efas herb and situate it into his pack.
It only fills a little bit of the way though, and luckily when they move back he can fill it more with the surprisingly bright vegetation against the sea of white and grey Deepfrost has always brought to the Grounds. He still plucks them even when his bag is full to help the rest of them fill their own, content when he’s positive they have more than enough.
Varus fills his bag with the herb!
It only fills a little bit of the way though, and luckily when they move back he can fill it more with the surprisingly bright vegetation against the sea of white and grey Deepfrost has always brought to the Grounds. He still plucks them even when his bag is full to help the rest of them fill their own, content when he’s positive they have more than enough.
Varus fills his bag with the herb!
VARUS
