In the small amount of time since his entrance to the fantasy world he called 'Twilight', the place where dawn and dusk meet, he had already decorated his room full of plants and pots and candles to light the areas need and give hear to the plants that needed it whilst shade was provided to those for cooler temperaments. Seorsa grabbed a small bag and packed it with a few black earthen jars whose lids where pressed tight and tied with a small parchment tag hanging off the string, a few clear glass containers each with various herbs and instructions on how to use them for healing when taken home, as well as some test tube containers with various spices, spice mixes, and herbs for cooking.
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Seorsa made his way to the market area all the while calling out "Herbs get your herbs here! I got hunting toxins, cooking ingredients, and medicinal plants alike! Come get your fresh herbs here! Potent and strong for the amateur or expert!" As he strolled he caught a man who's eyes were as dark as the void arguing with a man over honey. This man looked quite peculiar and caught the interest of Seorsa greatly.