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"This is just one of many," Caedes remarked, his voice carrying a hint of indifference. "Each has a unique use, different as night and day." With that impromptu lesson delivered, he moved on to gather his belongings, wary of delving too deeply into conversation with the young boy before his curiosity became an unwanted distraction.

Observing KD's reaction with mild curiosity, Caedes noted the subtle shift in the boy's demeanor as he struggled to explain his solitude. Sensing there was more to KD's story, Caedes refrained from prying further. "Fine," he replied in a tone that brooked no argument. "Grow strong, KD, so that you can continue 'doing your own thing.'" His gaze steady and calculating, Caedes offered a cryptic piece of advice before refocusing on his task at hand.

With his attention now fully immersed in the hunt for other herbs, Caedes left KD to his own devices, the encounter serving as nothing more than a brief interruption in his day.