Hideaway Strath Friends are like Potato's leave then in the cupboard and they grow...

An obvious curiosity, an excitement and Hemlocke smiled to this, however lost the expression might be in the darkness of his features. After the other man went about explaining a particular flower where its seeds and leaves were used to make a substance to contact the Gods, Hemlocke shook his head.

Not heard of it... Or if he had, he did not remember. Then, a hesitance. Hemlocke's legs shift sideways, ready to turn and he paused before the white wolf as an invite for him to join along. I can show you where I've found them. But, I've not taken it myself. He begins to walk, to lead the man and his head falls, focusing on the path before him as he adds, I don't think I want to know what the Gods have to say about me...