The Restoration of Erihal [GAME START]

Jow inspected the flowers, rubbing the petals between gloved fingers and smelling it, then giving the stained leather tip a light lick, before following it with some water. "Maybe, yes? Not very strong, but the scent maybe? Or the colour. Ah guess the smell um, addles the taste too tho." He said, picking a few of them. He took out a small journal and pressed a few more between the pages, squeezing them tight and then rewrapping the book in twine.