Blackfeather Woods You just might see a ghost tonight

The borders were usually quiet, in Cicero's experience, so it came as no surprise to know that nothing much was happening to them today. He nodded in acknowledgement, until the subject inevitably shifted back towards his wounded leg. "Cicero knows to treat it himself," he said, although admittedly the herbs had not been as impressed now that the wound had inflamed after he put on the poison ivy. But still, it taught him new things and so for now, was worth it. Whether it was ultimately worth it would and could only be proven by time's course.

"Kove is looking cheerful today," Cicero noted with a small smile. He filled in no more, curious to see Kove's reaction. In Cicero's experience, those who were happy about something were usually eager to share word of it, and so he did not prompt such himself.