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Caedes moved through the dense underbrush with determination, his emerald eyes scanning the lush landscape for any sign of elusive wolfsbane. He knew that the herb possessed potent medicinal properties, making it a valuable resource for his arsenal of herbs. It was a toxic little lady, though and needed to be handled with care. As he searched, Caedes remained vigilant, senses attuned to the slightest rustle of leaves or shift in the wind. He wasn’t in the mood for being interrupted, and it showed in the furrow of his brows. He sighed. Wolfsbane was known to grow in shaded, damp areas, and Caedes focused his efforts on exploring the shadowed corners of the cliffs where the plant was most likely to thrive. Being near the sea meant the herb had plenty of water to absorb as well.

After what felt like hours of searching, Caedes finally caught sight of a cluster of dark green leaves poking through the undergrowth. It was with a sense of satisfaction, he knelt down beside the plant, careful not to disturb its delicate roots as he began to carefully harvest the leaves and flowers.