Fox's Glade i was born a fighter;

perhaps it was him to blame over the other man. Baelfire had grown in a community where they sought necks to crunch, scars to give and gruff responses were better than lengthy conversations. they were not unintelligent people, but they seemed to act like children. praying their salvation away, worshipping a deity like Lolth who wanted the worst for them. okay, so maybe they weren't the smartest people.

"bracken fern" he'd repeat, giving a nod. he'd remember the description of the smell and the plant itself. it was good enough, he supposed, for he already knew some plants didn't give a variety of options. he had wanted to use aloe to soothe Vuk's wounds and cool the throbbing down. but he also was aware he wouldn't get that here. "thanks" he'd add to the man. "any northern herbs you know that help after pregnancy?" Treason and a few others were due soon, after all.