Dragoncrest Cliffs eyes heavy but it's time to grind

present-day, post-war

He had stumbled upon one of @Rose's caches of herbs, fragrant and slightly depleted. He'd help her, but god knew he had no clue when it came to plants. Like, what was he gonna do besides rip up some dead grass and leaves and stuff them in there? Watch something he brought to her turn out to be poisonous.

Can you hear the howl? Cheka kills all of Drageda through Tragic Hemlock Mishap. Funerals at dawn.

No, but perhaps it was good that he found the cache, for one of his wounds was beginning to break open again. Restless as he was, he hadn't taken proper care to lay low, and the gash along his left shoulder was oozing again, a mix of fresh and crusted blood. Vercingetorix sat, the iron-rich smell heavy in his nostrils, and waited for the opkepa to come around again. If she didn't with any particular haste, he'd send up a call.