Floril Whisperroot delicately unrolls the ancient scroll, the curling edges glowing faintly with an ethereal light. He leans closer, the earleaf plant by his side swaying as if in silent communion.
Ah, the trials and tribulations of being a member of the Whisperroot family. It wasn't all sunshine and daisies, let me tell you.
Growing up in the midst of the Rivertowners' bustling town was a chaotic experience, to say the least.
The constant noise, the crowded streets, and the never-ending demands of society... it was overwhelming, like a cacophony of screaming gulls.
So, did you always know you wanted to be an herbalist?
As a young Rivertowner, I was always fascinated by the wonders of the natural world. The intricate dance of insects, the majestic beauty of blooming flowers, and the mysterious healing properties of plants.
My parents, while not exactly supportive of my aspirations, at least gave me the freedom to explore my interests.
Your parents sound like real standers of their ground.
You could say that. They had a rather old-fashioned view on life, believing in the importance of tradition and personal responsibility.
what kind of things did they make you do?
Oh, where do I even begin? They made me practice proper etiquette by attending tea parties with the local matrons.
What did they think of the river?
The river was seen as a means to an end, a way to transport goods and services, but not something to be enjoyed for its own sake.
Is there anything left from when you were young?
Well, I still have the old wooden box that I used to store my secret stash of herbs.
Oh, the box is full alright, brimming with all sorts of rare and exotic herbs that I collected over the years. Each one has its own unique properties and stories to tell.
Rare herbs, you ask? Oh, where do I even begin? The thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of adding a new specimen to my collection...
Where do you get all of these herbs?
Floril Whisperroot reveals a hidden map that leads to a secret herb garden