“That"s nice,” Ju commented as he sniffed at his fingers.
Gren nodded, his gnarled head moving like a gargoyle come to life. “Remember this boy, not all plants are as good for you as this, despite their smell. You remember the red berries from back in your town? They were from a plant that is as deadly as any in the land. The fool that ordered them planted should be hung from a yardarm for that.”
As Gren mumbled on about the misgivings of O"Bellah, Zya took a moment to look around her. They were in a depression of sorts, with a small pool nestled amongst a series of rocks. It was not obvious this place was here, yet it had been found all the same. “How did you find this depression?” Zya asked of the old cook.
“Gren looked up in the sky and saw birds, my little petal. They were diving an
