Hazy

In the dim light of dawn, Caedes ventured into the plains, his senses attuned to the task at hand. With steady steps, he navigated through the undergrowth, keen emerald eyes scanning the forest floor for signs of the elusive herb he sought. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth as he moved deeper into the wilderness. He briefly communicated with his bird and sent the raven ahead to spy anything of interest.

It was while he was rummaging around in the underbrush for a few minutes that he spotted a patch of vibrant green with white flowers amidst the shadows – a cluster of the herb he sought, its leaves glistening with morning dew. Grinning, the brute approached the Yarrow with a calculating eye.