Haunted Wood Don't get high from your own supply

The strange female continued to curse at birds, telling it to stop changing colors. Mordur didn't understand some of what she said, he was still learning, so he was only more confused. It wasn't until she turned to acknowledge him that he noticed she only had one good eye. It didn't diminish her good looks, but was intriguing. When she first locked his gaze, he felt hesitant to reply. It wasn't long ago that he was scared to speak without being spoken to. But that Mordur was gone. The real him could do whatever he wanted. So he didn't bother to bow his head.

She said what the were for, and he didn't get it. Why would anyone want to break the world? Well that was all that he'd gotten out of the sentence anyway. But it sure looked like she was having fun. Wanna try? She offered, speech a bit slurred. Mordur went with the flow, and so he saw no reason to decline her offer. Yes. He said with a grin, walking closer to her and grabbing a mushroom from the ground. He didn't bite into it yet, knowing that some mushrooms were toxic and not wanting to die. What is now? He asked for the next step, hoping she could explain a bit better.