{Chapter 97 has been updated!}
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For cooking? They were perfect and indispensable.
They could sweeten broth, balance bitter herbs, or even be crushed into sauces. Lavayla had already begun imagining several recipes the moment she tasted them the previous day.
Such a pity that for this so-called 'recipe' the other ingredients haven't been found and can only be imagined for now.
But, if a stable supply existed nearby, their small group would never lack flavor in their current meals again.
Shaking away the distracting thoughts, Lavayla focused on the path ahead.
The grass in this area had grown thick and tall, reaching nearly to her waist. Using a long stick she had picked up earlier, she lightly beat the grass in front of her as she walked.
The rhythmic swishing served a purpose.
