Book 4: Chapter 21: Balin - A Year in Cascadia (2)
The forest in Cascadia was very different from the Darkwood in Greenwood. It was more verdant, and felt cleaner – more alive and less like death. It was a nice feeling, and the sounds of birdsong made it almost pleasurable. They’d taken to calling it the Redwood, both in reference to the star shaped red leaves on many of the trees, and in homage to their beloved Minnova.
Even the monsters were similar.
“But why is it called Chicken of the Woods?” Flowerpott asked as they cooked the yellow spongey flesh over the fire.
“Because it tastes like chicken?” Raysdotter mused.
“I do not know what dwarves think chicken tastes like, but that is not it.” Aishablue quipped.
“Pete’s got that new tongue changin’ Ability. We could ask him.” Balin remarked.
“It’s delicious, is what it is.” Starshine gushed, chewing on a skewer of the mushrooms. “They’ll be an instant export. Thank the Gods that stuff originally from the dungeon can still get through the door. I’d been worried about that!”
“Just no living monsters.” Aishablue nodded. “Very kind of Barck.”
“Unless you bring ‘em in.” Flowerpott snickered, caressing his tube of Assorted Timbits