RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
Ray gives a small nod, "That'd be awesome, thank you. It's a rather strange herb. It has small green stalks and at the top of each is a little cluster of brown protrusions." She hums in thought, "Kind of like a handful of seeds held on little green stick?" It's a bit difficult to describe but she does her best.
The Attuned doesn't even process how dark it is, having shifted on instinct. "Oh shoot, sorry. I do." Ray reaches into her bag and pulls out a torch and a flint stone. Striking it a few times, the torch ignites, casting shadows and light across their path. She hands the torch to Lilliane, "Here. This should help."
The Attuned doesn't even process how dark it is, having shifted on instinct. "Oh shoot, sorry. I do." Ray reaches into her bag and pulls out a torch and a flint stone. Striking it a few times, the torch ignites, casting shadows and light across their path. She hands the torch to Lilliane, "Here. This should help."
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
