"That fits," Flogga said with a short nod, her eyes never leaving the bubbling mixture as she continued to stir with slow, steady strokes. "She says her skill lets her identify herbs, roots, and fungi. She knows which ones are poisonous, which ones heal, and which ones are just useless weeds."
"Oh?" I let out a small gasp. "That's actually perfect for you."
"It is." Flogga's mouth tugged downward into something between a frown and approval. "One thing me hate the most is searching the forest for these things. So it helps to have her with me."
She jabbed the spoon a little harder into the mixture, sending a puff of sour steam into the air.
"Thok used to help me do this," she continued, shaking her head. "But he's been distracted lately, swinging that blade every chance he gets. And he terrible at it. He doesn't listen properly. Always bringing me useless weeds and the wrong things."
She let out a harsh sigh.
"He be raising my BP."
