LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Lyndvarr had found a number of useful herbs in the Avian Estuary. It was becoming a hot spot for finding rare and exotic spoils. Day by day Lynd was becoming more confident in his skills as a healer and he was pleased that the majority of Yfir didn't seem overly concerned that he was spending more time healing than fighting. Hárekr of course loved to tease him though… Lynd growled softly to himself. He tried not to let the other man get under his skin but it was hard sometimes. He eyed the flooded terra and manuevered himself through a particularly muddy plain, the earth making an awful sucking sound as he slipped through the mud back to a more solid patch of earth. He was going to need a bath after this for sure.
As Lynd searched for the scent that might lead him to marigolds he caught sight of a white willow tree, it's leaves swaying softly in the breeze. Oh! He didn't see many willow trees up north. Sniffing over the bark he began to gnaw into the rough grayish bark. He wasn't overly found of gathering barks but White Willow was useful enough that he'd bear the discomfort of gathering it.
