Blackfeather Woods like a shot to the face

She had remembered the name of the herb she was looking for: goldenrod. She was low on that plant in particular, but she was certain that the meadows and praries that surrounded them would harbor a few specimens of the plants. It'll be hard to find goldenrod here in the Woods, but I can find some for you outside the borders, She racked her brain, wondering what other plants they had in abundance; she didn't want to use all of the herbs on one person.

Poppy seeds we have in spades, A small dip in the ground near her herbstore, covered by moss and stones to keep moisture and prying noses out kept all of the singular poppy seeds, with several poppy heads drying out in the sunnier spots of the Woods for later use.