Blackfeather Woods I send a pestilence, a plague

To know one's own limit. He wondered what that truly meant. He had no concept of limits in any sense; he pushed until he was pushed back. But here at least...it would practical to be cautious. Snarfing down a huge pile of leaves would not be optimal at all. Anything to start with? He ventured, uneasy but excited with the prospect of overcoming this form of death.