Small rocks crunched beneath dependable work-boot, Daniel pausing to take in a deep lungful of dusty air as he crested the sun-scorched top of the rocky hill. While still barren like the area around the black spire castle, at the very least the hill had a few sprouts of hardy green bushes dotted around in various soil-filled crevasses. More importantly, the bushes in question were laden with fat berries coloured a grungy brown. 