alkaline and acidic all the same

The pungent aroma of sulphur overwhelmed any other scents that might have filled the air here, wafting on the breeze with enough potency to have reached him on the mainland. So the wanderer did what he did best, and wandered over to the island. Well, floated. Cobbled together a few loosely tied branches to carry his things, and rested his belly upon it as he kicked lazily towards the imposing silhouette. Some obsidian or volcanic glass would be a wonderful addition to his collection, and he would never turn down some volcanic ashes if he could find them. Wonderful additions to many of his charms and wards, as the latent energies of the earth's violent upheavals were excellent at warding off spirits.

However, it was abundantly clear once he'd made landfall that the autumnal witch would not find much of what he sought on this island. Though the volcano reeked of brimstone, it had not erupted in... many years. Uncountable years, probably. Much of the castoff of its last eruption had been picked over, collected, or worn away by time. The nomad frowned lightly, more to himself than anything. The cardinal that followed him about was quick to alight on his shoulder and pick at a hitchhiking sea lice.

Well... might as well see what he could dredge up while he was already on dry land. Then the matter of a new destination could be settled. After lunch, perhaps after dinner if something worthwhile happened to be kicking around the island. Slinging the well worn leather satchel back over his body and slipping his bracelets back over his wrists, the lanky witch ambled along the shoreline and left his raft to the whims of the world.