Herbalists' Cache all places the same

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Valiant's internal compass was as accurate as ever, but his memories of this land were old and fading. He wanted to find the willows where he'd been born, but each stand of trees looked both familiar and strange to him. He worried he would not know it when he came to it. Perhaps he had wandered through already.

It shouldn't matter, really. They were such a small part of him compared to the other places he'd laid his head. Perhaps he just hoped to find more lost loved once among the trees. Perhaps he hoped to pass his mother's trail, or his siblings' or his father's. Perhaps it was simply nostalgia that ached like an empty stomach when it went unfed.

Valiant paused to push his nose into a carpet of mint, and it felt good to breathe in at least one familiar scent. After a moment of thought, he dropped first his shoulder and then his haunch onto the ground and began to roll around in it, legs wheeling in the air as he twisted and thrashed.