Barrow Fields but it turns out the way it does for everyone

rusalka's medicinal wares had been threadbare before their raid in the night, and now their stores laid bare, their stony shelves empty. there was little to be done except gather more, and after being carefully instructed by erzulie, caiaphas made for the barrows. loathe as she was to expose herself to the drageda cur that had not once, but three times now attacked or harmed her kith, caiaphas knew the excursion to be necessary.

she limped along the raised mounds, having found a patch of carpeted moss that matched the description the rusalkan healer had given her. snipping the plush plant from its rocky surface, caiaphas sorely lifted her neck and shuffled down to the next barrow to see if it yielded the same grey harvest.