Wild Berry Meadow the cunning and the predatory instinct of a hawk.

The strange man was buzzing as though he'd just seen a ghost, knees trembling and voice breaking like a damaged psycho. He was odd, peculiar, but Bane couldn't help but feel intrigued by his existence. "Do they grow in winter?" he asked, just to get some more words in that heavily accented voice. Bane knew nothing about plants, not even poppy seeds which seemed to be the most appetized of medicinal herbs.