"Crypt grass? Dried crypt grass? You think that this will help us make a potion that surpasses a grand potion? No! It's dried too long causing the oils to be too isolated to be used properly. It would cause an unbalance in the water mana before it is exposed to heat to evaporate the water."
"Squirrel leaf? What a waste that it was picked by a child who just learned to rip it out of the ground with a clenched fist, apparently."
"Great, another pile of red maple leaves instead of the red trailing vine leaves. Someone had to check what this herbalist is doing!"
The shouts and rambling had been going on for the last couple of hours. Remey had all the herbs that could be stored outside of Walker's unique spatial storages while she also had the new materials just harvested or finished being dried.
