Herbalists' Cache Bury The Hatchet

Phobos took a moment to consider his options. As of now he needed two things: someone who could move the fallen trees faster than him, and a meal. Maybe he could use this to get both. He doubted it, but it was worth a shot.

"Sure there is, but I need you to help me first." He built up the confidence to walk a step closer to the other, keep his head high. "Keep your promise and move that log for me - and if you can find me something to eat, I'll remove your leeches properly. I'll throw in something to prevent an infection too."

It felt like a fair trade to him - after all he could just rub some plain old grass in the bites and say it was to scare away the hepatitis.