Phoenix Maplewood Looking For Some Herbs

For a moment, Reek's face contorted with thoughtful consideration. Perhaps Spring was on to something by supposing that, possibly, the ever useful root of the burdock plant remained untouched and dormant underneath the thick blanket of snow. While perennial plants withered away in the autumn and winter, their rootstock remained perfectly intact and ripe for the picking. However, even though the root system didn't die away completely, finding them without the physical marker of a living plant would be nothing short of a stroke of luck. At least she had already found something for the caches.

"Alright, where do you suppose we look?" he asked, unable to hide the befuddlement in his voice. It was a rare occurence for Reek to search the annals of his encyclopedic mind and turn up empty, rarer still was an admission of not knowing. But, unless Spring had a good suggestion, Reek would remain utterly stumped.