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The next few days, I plant lettuce seeds, hang herbs out to dry, scour the caves, cook, and feed the younglings. I haven’t given up hope of escape, but when I go Muuth will stay and he’ll need the garden and herbs to survive. While I was in Trana, mountain goats ate the turnips and nibbled the herbs that ripened in my neglected Onyx garden. So, on a gloomy day, I venture into the Forest of Four to restock my store of seeds. A smug goat bleats in my cave when I return, chewing the leaves of my bed. I count it among the supplies for the evening meal.
Muuth helps me gather buckets of water for the cauldrons. Even though I don’t blame him, after what he told me I still find it difficult to look him in the eye. It isn’t his fault his wife experimented on people using dragon blood. It isn’
