Blackfeather Woods Must Be The Season Of The Witch

The Seer hummed in thought and acknowledgement of Ash Paw's words, and the suggestion to meet her leader...
She smiled softly at this, but said nothing on it yet. 

"I have studied medicine and toxins, and spiritualism since I was very small. My home was centered heavily around these things." She mused in response to the mention of the mushrooms, as a sort of roundabout way of saying she already knew and understood. 

"My vision is also for those who do not worship. A Sanctuary or a Sanctum would be a better description." The Seer answered in her calm tones. 
She mused in her thoughts for a while before Ash Paw responded to her inquiry. 

"I have not seen any Ginger yet, though Sage I imagine might be on the outskirts, in a more dry area." She paused in her steps, contemplating...
It may depend on the type of Sage the Druid sought?