Chapter 234: Fracture XL
The bulk of the regiment remained posted by the sewers, while I led a smaller group of volunteers with experience in woodcraft into the outskirts of the forest that, miles away, became the Everwood. It was tamer here, closer to the capital, thanks to the concerted efforts of Whitefall's rangers.
That didn't mean it was safe. Even this far north, people still disappeared regularly into the forest, consumed by its shadows, leaving no trace.
With that in mind I divided the volunteers into pairs. They were experienced and seasoned, but anyone could make a mistake.
After a brief search I located a long green shoot. At first glance it appeared similar to premature barley, but on closer inspection the head was speckled with tiny cotton-like growths that could have passed for cobwebs. I plucked it and turned, presenting it to the gathered volunteers. "Everyone recognize this?"
There was a scattered affirmative.
"Pretty sure it's what ya mix with mead to keep the party going," Mari grinned.
I feigned applause. "Correct. I'd wager at least a few of you have had some boisterous evenings that stretched into nauseous mornings under your belt courtesy of this very plant. And naturally, too much mead."
Many of the gathered volunteers laughed, but I spotted enough pained expressions to confirm they knew exactly what I was talking about.
Towards the back, a balding man with a permanent scowl raised his hand. "This is what we're gathering? Fresh Vurseng?"