- Job Description:
Kyran grit his teeth as he approached the biggest purple weed he could find. The three leaves waved in the wind. He could feel something slapping across his skin. It was irritating. Lifting his foot, Kyran kicked the weed until it was a pile of mush. "Damn, I should have saved that one." Kyran muttered rubbing his face. The notice on the board had said he needed to bring one weed back to the herbalist.
Kyran took a moment to inspect his hand. That had been where he felt the stinging sensation. There were a few welts. One of them was bleeding. He inspected the bleeding one more carefully. It didn't look like anything was in the wound. It looked like these weeds were pretty dangerous. He lowered his hand slowly and kicked the purple mush at his feet.
Kyran took a moment to look out into his surroundings. He had never been to village besides his own. Beanstalk Village filled him with a sense of wonder. Beanstalks grew everywhere. Some were massive, others quite average. Then there were these weeds that somehow possessed offensive magic. Kyran smiled slowly. It was fun to traipse around this intriguing landscape. What more did Fiore hold for him?
He let himself marvel for a minute before putting his nose back to the grindstone. The beanstalks helped his search immensely. Most of them weren't purple. They were shades of blue, yellow, green and red with a few being purple. It meant Kyran only had to investigate when he saw purple.
The first weed Kyran found looked vastly different from the original one. It was tiny, maybe the size of his pinky with a single leaf. He sighed before stomping on it. The bigger the weed he brought back to the herbalist, likely the better his reward. Kyran stomped on it again for good measure. There hadn't been any pain this time. Still better safe than sorry.
The second, third and fourth weeds were the same small size. Kyran stomped them out as quickly as he could. Then he took a moment to lean back against a beanstalk. "How many was that? One big one and three small weeds... no four. So I need to destroy a few more." Kyran pushed off the beanstalk. The beanstalk showered glitter over him. He spat it out of his mouth. A smile widened slowly. These plants were amazing. Maybe he could ask the locals what the best one was and bring a sample back.
The last two plants were growing close together. They were also the size of his fist with two leaves. Kyran stopped himself from destroying them. He needed a sample. Kyran was a little leery of simply grabbing one after the first plant he had encountered. He pulled his duster off. Wrapping it around his hand, Kyran pulled one of the plants out of the ground. A zap made him grit his teeth. So much for protection. Stupid duster. The other weed was stomped into bits.
Kyran straightened, the weed held in his fist. That was one of the easiest jobs he had done in a long time. Perhaps he would be able to explore this area for a while before he ran out of jewels. Kyran had a huge grin on his face as he headed back toward the village.
