The Ticking of the Clock

The swamplands nearby provided an excellent opportunity for herb hunting and Chrys meant to take advantage of it while the weather was fair. He'd seen the storm clouds to the north and while he didn't expect them to bring snow to the south they'd likely bring rain and even cooler temperatures. So far he felt he was making good progress on his herb stores. There was one item in particular he was looking for, meadowsweet. With winter coming he'd need herbs that helped when it came to colds, coughs and the flu. Meadowsweet would be perfect. All he needed to do was find it. That shouldn't be too hard. It wasn't exactly a rare herb. With Bolla riding on his back, nestled between his neck and pack he strode further into the swamplands.