Bearclaw Valley roti

White and blue fuzz or tarry black ones. Got it. Aventus shuffled away from the first shelf to the next, where some manner of dried flower was stored in a cluster. When he tried to pull one free, the whole lot crumbled to dust.

He turned and swept them to the floor with his tail, taking the opportunity to steal a look at this new physician. What made you choose Ursus? he asked offhand, moving on to the next shelf, a little higher up. Here were more leaves. Aventus managed to recover a handful of promising ones and collected them in another pile alongside Stryx's.