Blackfeather Woods oathkeeper

The Speaker's words intrigued Atshen, and he leaned in, curious. "Herbs?" He repeated slowly as if committing the thought to memory. He had had little experience with herbs, but the idea of them always brought on an uncharacteristic sense of curiosity in the boy. 

"Are they deadly herbs?" He ventured, drawing upon his own interests in this situation to keep their conversation going. If the herbs included death, Atshen was more than sure to keep pressing on the subject.