Haley remembered how it was just now. The girl, having made friends with a potion maker, was asked after a while with a letter. A fellow herbalist that lived in Beanstalk Village required a rather expert hand on a situation. The problem, well it was that much of a problem but it was a safety concern. A weed with a serious sting.
Haley got off the carriage, clutching to the latter and heads towards the herbalist. The mage tries to find out as much as she could about the situation at hand, from what it can do to color and shape. As her findings told her after her brief investigation, the situation is as simple as her potion maker friend said, pluck weeds.
The air was still as Haley trudges through the forest that bordered the village, the crunching of leaves beneath her boots as she searches for the weed. Locals said the most common area would be around here. The girl slowly steps into the brush and spots several tiny purple plants which the herbalist wanted a sample of. But one sting would land her in hospital and her clothes are not really clothes in a sense. The girl had to think smartly.
The mage rummages through her suitcase. First she needed some sort of protection. One sting was all it took and it is a risk she does not want to take while on the job.
Haley continues to rummage, hoping to find said protection. Haley finally manages to find thick leather gloves. Next of was the extraction.
Haley was provided a clear jar with a lid to put the weed in and she was to get a live one. The bigger question is of what size. There was small medium and large when it comes to the sizes of the plants and their leaves. The larger they are, the more leaves. Haley was not sure which part would sting so she had to handle them carefully. Taking a deep breath, Haley held the jar carefully to the weed. A prefect size.
Carefully Haley puts the jar beside the weed and rummages through her suitcase again. The extraction requires careful shoveling. Haley needed a small spade. After a few minutes, she finally finds the tool for the job and now begins digging out the weed carefully. Now the stressful part, putting the plant into the jar. Slowly she lifted it up, slowly and gently. The girl watches the leaves carefully, and slowly slotted the danger weed into it. Once done, she slams the lid shut. Sweat fell from her chin.
The extraction was complete and done safely. Haley pulls out a large blue shovel and dons a blue helmet with horns as she grips the shovel tightly. Time to kill. With an evil cackle as a crow in a nearby tree, Haley crushes the weeds with her shovel, grinds them to pieces and pounds them hard before burying their remains in the dirt where they will no longer harm the villagers. Once Haley has delivered the weed to the herbalist, she is off on her merry way, never to expect the future.
Haley got off the carriage, clutching to the latter and heads towards the herbalist. The mage tries to find out as much as she could about the situation at hand, from what it can do to color and shape. As her findings told her after her brief investigation, the situation is as simple as her potion maker friend said, pluck weeds.
The air was still as Haley trudges through the forest that bordered the village, the crunching of leaves beneath her boots as she searches for the weed. Locals said the most common area would be around here. The girl slowly steps into the brush and spots several tiny purple plants which the herbalist wanted a sample of. But one sting would land her in hospital and her clothes are not really clothes in a sense. The girl had to think smartly.
The mage rummages through her suitcase. First she needed some sort of protection. One sting was all it took and it is a risk she does not want to take while on the job.
Haley continues to rummage, hoping to find said protection. Haley finally manages to find thick leather gloves. Next of was the extraction.
Haley was provided a clear jar with a lid to put the weed in and she was to get a live one. The bigger question is of what size. There was small medium and large when it comes to the sizes of the plants and their leaves. The larger they are, the more leaves. Haley was not sure which part would sting so she had to handle them carefully. Taking a deep breath, Haley held the jar carefully to the weed. A prefect size.
Carefully Haley puts the jar beside the weed and rummages through her suitcase again. The extraction requires careful shoveling. Haley needed a small spade. After a few minutes, she finally finds the tool for the job and now begins digging out the weed carefully. Now the stressful part, putting the plant into the jar. Slowly she lifted it up, slowly and gently. The girl watches the leaves carefully, and slowly slotted the danger weed into it. Once done, she slams the lid shut. Sweat fell from her chin.
The extraction was complete and done safely. Haley pulls out a large blue shovel and dons a blue helmet with horns as she grips the shovel tightly. Time to kill. With an evil cackle as a crow in a nearby tree, Haley crushes the weeds with her shovel, grinds them to pieces and pounds them hard before burying their remains in the dirt where they will no longer harm the villagers. Once Haley has delivered the weed to the herbalist, she is off on her merry way, never to expect the future.
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