The Floodlands Jackpot

The woman paused in her digging to cast him a look. Mag didn't want to give away all of her secrets so easily, but there was no reason to lie about her origins. In fact she was proud of where she had come from, and who.

Some from my ol' mum, some from wenches I grew up wit. Her shoulders heaved up and down. Picked up a lot by roamin' and tradin' fer specifics.

After a pause to rest her well worn muscles she went back to it, the blurted an aha!

Out of the earth came two bulbous white shapes streaked with mud. She spat these and let them roll close to the pooled water.

These're wild garlic. Cats hate 'em! Pretty sure most people do too. It's pretty potent tastin' but if you squash an' soak 'em you can bleed the flavors out.