[ Apparently. How often is Claude out here that he's one of a long line of many to say it?
He steps around to examine the plant: white blossoms with an array of spikes like pins. Most of these he's never seen before until this world. Not quite the climate he's used to, the arid grasslands, and though he misses having access to the herbs he's long relied on, the desert isn't absent of useful things. ]
Just don't swallow it. [ He plucks the round brown core that grows alongside the white flowers. Small pods fall from it into his palm. ] Seeds are edible.
[ He's used the flowers for bait before. Works, on occasion. Depends on the creature. As for what Claude's doing if not alchemy? He isn't certain he cares enough to ask, though a mild curiosity lingers. ]
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He steps around to examine the plant: white blossoms with an array of spikes like pins. Most of these he's never seen before until this world. Not quite the climate he's used to, the arid grasslands, and though he misses having access to the herbs he's long relied on, the desert isn't absent of useful things. ]
Just don't swallow it. [ He plucks the round brown core that grows alongside the white flowers. Small pods fall from it into his palm. ] Seeds are edible.
[ He's used the flowers for bait before. Works, on occasion. Depends on the creature. As for what Claude's doing if not alchemy? He isn't certain he cares enough to ask, though a mild curiosity lingers. ]