Swiftcurrent Creek castles crumbling

"Here's some, Eshe," Arric said.

She stood, bounded to his side, and crouched next to him. "Yup," she confirmed, scrunching her face as she assessed the situation. Although she'd seen worse, there was a good amount of them. "Don't hold back on getting aggressive with them," she said, pawing at the nearest root, "They're useless, and we just gotta remove them."

She began to dig, moving in on the poison ivy. "We'll circle it again until we're all clear. Then, we'll put the balm on and remove the plant." It would take them only a little while now. With that, she continued to work, scooping the soil and its contents with an uncharacteristic strength and aggression.