Herbalists' Cache bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang

she is engaged in her work, a short distance from Elysium's borders. she knows this place well, and the riches it provides. already, she has collect in a small glade half a dozen careful pile of greenery. she will work until the sun sets, and worries at a patch of mint now, tugging away the mature branches with careful nips at their stems.

when she has amassed a sizable pile, the sea-witch collects the stems carefully within her maw. taking a moment to adjust the pile so that her fangs do as little damage as possible, she begins her way back towards the clearing, light of heart and easy of step.