The druid nodded. "Small, bright red berries, that grow amidst vines that are more thorn than vine," he explained. "Typically harvested by with the very skilled, or the heavily armored."<br/><br/>"Heh heh, that's them alright. Shouldn't be any bushes for a few miles around here, but there were some I planted a few dozen miles off the road, two decades back. Too far, and too dangerous for me to harvest, now, heh heh, but you strong, strapping young folks should be able to manage it. And if you want to buy any of my potions, I'm more than willing to part with a few."