"As soon as the snow starts melting consistently, you will know the rot will work." He pauses. "You can cultivate beetles, if you know where to find them. You need to feed them, of course. Full corpses work best, too, as the bones that are not taken are the bones that will speak for you. It's a simpler process than it sounds. Reading your bones is the hard part. But each mark and break on the bones will speak to you, if you know how to listen."
"As for the herbs," he looks over the boy. A decent size. A yearling. Old enough to start... "They are mind-altering ones. Various mushrooms. Types of root. I can offer you a taste, but it seems you'll be moving on soon enough." He frowns. "I assume you have news to tell many people."
Rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you
Rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds
Rejoice because you’re trying your best
