Best-Festival-Friend

"Ok, so the root is useful for things like coughs but we'll use the leaves to help with itching." Álarr bent his head down began to chew off some of the leaves. He thrashed his head sharply to detach the leaves he wanted pausing for a moment to speak. "We'll want to make a poultice out of these. You can use fresh leaves or dried leaves that are all crumbled up." He wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue. "They taste weird but I guess some day you'll get used to it." He still hadn't. He really wasn't fond of the taste of most plants but there wasn't much he could do about it. He didn't have a beak or talons like Brynhildr so he had to use his teeth. Álarr bent his head down again and continued tearing off leaves until he felt he had a good little pile of them. Sticking his head in his bag he rummaged around for some useful items. He pulled out a piece of dried tree bark he'd picked up at the festival and set it down between himself and Pesto.