Traveling to the next region, and beginning exploration, would take most of the day; fortunately, without incident. Damien managed to find a bushel of wild berries, and Erin shot down a plump bird, burning one of its wings off.<br/><br/>The next day, a few miles off the road, they'd find a narrow path, that looked more man-made than natural. Following it to the end, they arrived at a small hut, decorated with drying herbs, and rich with strong aromas. As they approach, a hunch-backed old man, with a lazy eye is shuffling erratically around a cauldron, over a fire, alternating between stirring it, tossing in plants seemingly at random, and... apparently arguing with himself. He hasn't noticed the party's approach.