Blackfeather Woods whispers through the trees

Cicero sniffed the herbs that he unearthed, but unfortunately they were rather far gone. He gingerly touched one of the herbs, but nothing happened. Cicero scrunched his nose and nosed it towards Malice. "Poison ivy. It is not strong enough to do any more damage. Perhaps Kendra can still plant it." Maybe it would help Malice's studies of herbs regardless, as she was at least able to set what the herbs looked like.

"Cicero is going to look for herbs more. Malice should take some rest." Cicero took the dried herbs between his teeth and he started in a different direction, leaving Malice behind. Maybe Kendra could do something with the remainders of the herbs.