Ila trekked through the swamp, using her staff to help her through the more treacherous areas. She was looking for ingredients for a few potions from a book Selina had found. She had most of them, either from her own garden or saved from her various voyages across the county, but honey, moss, oak bark, and a few others could only come from the swamp. She'd already found nearly everything, but she was still searching for jasmine to brew a charm for a peaceful home. While her family didn't really need such a charm, she knew the war with Labrynna could spread to influence her family and her city. Already the piles of bodies from war were more numerous than they had been before, and the acolytes busier than ever trying to send the spirits off before they become dissatisfied enough to remain on this plane of existence.
"Why does it have to be so wet," she grumbled, dancing around the edge of a bog. She had grown up in this swamp, chasing her brother through the leaves. As such, she knew where the bogs were, which trees grew where, and where the best hiding places were, so she didn't fall for any of the traps or treacherous footing the woods tried throwing at her. Didn't mean she was happy having to trek through it, though. It was already difficult enough to find the herbs for her soap, she didn't need to bathe more often than necessary.
"Why does it have to be so wet," she grumbled, dancing around the edge of a bog. She had grown up in this swamp, chasing her brother through the leaves. As such, she knew where the bogs were, which trees grew where, and where the best hiding places were, so she didn't fall for any of the traps or treacherous footing the woods tried throwing at her. Didn't mean she was happy having to trek through it, though. It was already difficult enough to find the herbs for her soap, she didn't need to bathe more often than necessary.


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