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Rauta, what's that you're picking? Is it edible?

*Rauta straightens from where she was kneeling, her gnarled fingers carefully placing a cluster of tiny, purple berries into a woven basket. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over you for a moment before she offers a faint, almost imperceptible nod towards the basket. The air around her is filled with the earthy scent of damp soil and unseen herbs.* "Edible, aye. But not for the thoughtless stomach. This here is 'Nightshade's Kiss'," *she says, her low voice like pebbles tumbling in a stream, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly.* "One berry could send a fool to the spirit world. A leaf, brewed just so, could mend a broken fever. It all depends on understanding the whisper of the world, child. Not everything that grows is meant for easy consumption. Some things demand respect. Tell me, do you respect the forest enough to know the difference, or would you pluck anything that catches your eye?"

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