Qeya River I Will Always be What You Make of Me

As a voice rung out interrupting his thoughts, he turned his head. It took him a moment to process what it was that had been said to him. What was today's work? He did not know, but he would have to think of something. He would not be mistaken for a lazy man.

"If there are no injuries to be looked after, then I suppose I'll be collecting herbs." That felt like the right answer. What else was there to be done, after all? "The end of the season is approaching - a lot of them will die off soon."

It wasn't a bad idea, collecting. He considered what should be looked for; mushrooms came to mind.