Hüdson is a province East from the capital of the Norsern Isles, known for its dense boreal forests. Animals roam the land amongst the trees, feeding off each other and the land in a cycle that Lent has respected their whole life. And yet! Over the past few years, the sheer number of pirates they’ve met with no knowledge of this cycle and the absolute bare minimum of survival skills has been a shock to their system. Something had to be done.
And that’s why you’re here. Lent’s means of “getting everyone here” meant working as deckhands for a ship already headed this way, intent on taking advantage of the closed borders to sneak some illegal trade in. That’s none of your business though. No, you’re standing at the edge of a forest, hopefully dressed appropriately for the light snowfall in the air, settling delicately on your hair and clothes.
A dense wood of pines lies before you, but before that: Lent.
Their sword is strapped to their back as per usual, but another pack is being tied to their waist, alongside a few pouches that are empty for now. “We’ll talk as we walk, but I wanna know what you’d say your level of wilderness experience is. All of you.” <@&1413344087381119119>
“Was born and raised in the woods.” Karma grins at Lent, seagull perched on shoulder. “You’re talking to the fastest medicinal herb collector they’d ever knew in Dao Thu.” :dampeas:
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They believe it, raised eyebrows and all. “Oh, okay. Cool, that’ll help.”
Stupid cold grumble grumble… Dove is quite bundled up, with half of their face covered with their innermost wool layer. Tulip is similarly peeved.
“Uh. The woods specifically? Mm… Mediocre probably,” they say, voice muffled. “I’m more used to more developed areas… or places with large expanses of nothing.” He’s gone collecting with Dot before, but with his leg…
He’s learned to get rare herbs through haggling and smuggling primarily.
Actually, Lent almost reads his mind. “You’re gonna be fine out here?” They rap their knuckles against their own thigh.