Northstar Vale Tactiques de Manipulation

A quick trip out to the Oceanside he had made overnight, returning with a pouch of thick kelp that clanked as he carried it. Empty mussel shells, seaweed and aloe cuttings made a fragrance that reminded him of home- salty, herbal, medicinal. The scent would grow as he returned to his densite to process them.

The sea lavender he had transplanted thrived in the Vale, and had begun to show new growth. It was no longer fragrant now that the blooming season was done, but it still had a stately presence just outside the mouth of his earthy den. 

There, he lay and spread out his wares. The empty mussel shells were put to the side and he separated the aloe from the seaweed. He decided to start with the latter- and began chewing it up, grimacing lightly as he passed the squelchy rope of tough plant matter around his mouth so that it eventually became a paste. 

Once chewed, it would be spat into a mussel shell for preservation- and then he would move onto the next. 

He spotted Chaudry in the distance, just when he had moved on to the aloe. The aloe didn’t need to be chewed- he simply needed to strip the outer skin, and then scoop the translucent jelly into the mussel shells. He wondered if the man would come any closer, or if the pungent scent of medicines might drive him off.