Neverwinter Forest Into this world she entered quietly,

"Hello there Caerus," Miriam gently smiled at the growing boy. She didn't know about the ordeals over Asmoses or the other children, though was a bit concerned to where her son was getting such improper language.. She doesn't swear, and worried who was. Her mind never crossed to the heart-stamped wolf, she wouldn't think a child would speak such language.

"I'm not sure," she sighed through her smile, "I don't know much about herbs. I'm a bit too old at this point." The maiden wasn't too old, as she was nearly three, but felt it was a bit too late to try and dwelve into the arts of herbology. Seeing how it took the Priestess decades, since birth to learn so, she felt the time wasn't right anymore.

A shame to miss the chance.