>>5992318As the first light of dawn creeps over the horizon, you awaken to find the dirt lot strangely quiet. The vibrant energy of the evening before, filled with the rustling whispers of plants and Moldleaf’s soft, leafy murmurs, has settled into a serene stillness. You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and realize that Moldleaf, the compost-like mound of leaves and earth, is no longer beside you. The only trace of him is a small cluster of mushrooms in the shape of a smiling face, left where he had been sitting.
Puzzled but not alarmed—Moldleaf had mentioned something about the nocturnal nature of some plants and their caretakers—you pack up your belongings and prepare for the day ahead. The knowledge of Herbomancy you gained last night feels like a seed planted in your mind, ready to grow.
As you stand in the quiet of the early morning, considering your next steps, several options come to mind:
>Search for moldleaf >Head to the Moonlit Glade>Return to the village>Practice Herbomancy>Write inVerification not required B) 