So far he had found three plants that smelled of liquorice, one that bled everywhere and had an awful smell, and another that had given him a nasty spot of hives on his wrist that he would go to the infirmary for later. Despite all that, he had also found seven plants that Argent had identified as edible for salad, seasoning, or soups. He was looking forward to eating the results.
His leg was starting to numb, so he rose to his feet. He was surrounded by tall weeds near the base of an old tree. There was a nice breeze that he welcomed. He heard footsteps approaching, who could it be? Perhaps Amy? It didn't sound like her. "Who's there?"
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