The Floodlands Jackpot

She nodded to his explanation and moved on to another plant. The ground here was soft enough to dig but would easily fill with mud, water, or both if the wrong spot was cut free. If he wanted a sample he would have to find his own method.

Them roots make anyone very ill, in the belly and the throat first, all burnin' and such. Eatin' a lot makes a person ah... unable to pass dirt, see? She wondered if he got her meaning or if she'd have to resort to the crass language of her upbringing.

No idea how much it takes for permanent damage, though. Didn't experiment much with it. She said this as she scratched at the earth elsewhere, bothering some plants in to releasing orange dots of pollen. She coughed a bit as these sucked inside with a few breaths.

There's a patcha yarrow here, hmm.. and there, by them trees, a little spot of bear berry growin'. I don't suggest eatin' them with your dinner.