Herbalists' Cache that 70's show

come get high with ren or just... laugh at him
for naturalist trade

Unable to keep to the coast for long, Ren had a desire to wander. He happened upon this cache by pure accident. If he was a human, he would be sweating. If he had hands, he'd dig his nails into the sides of his shoulders. He looked anguished. Disgusted. Fearful. All rolled into one.

He thought he had a handle on this shit.

Sapphire eyes strayed to the bountiful items. Mushrooms. Though some would kill you on the spot, he knew these types. He didn't think they grew here but that shows how inexperienced he was. He took a few steps toward them, ignoring the herbs that probably were more useful to Yuelong.

He didn't give a shit what type they were in the end. It was the rush they gave him. A few times he'd gotten close to overdosing, and luck had him either throw up the contents of his stomach, rejecting or... well, being revived by a passing wolf. Lowering his head, he sniffed deeply.

Like a junkie about to find their current ticket to nirvana.