[center][h3][colour=DDA0DD]Qasem Laghmani[/colour][/h3][/center][hr]
[sub][colour=DDA0DD]Castle Mandelein I[/colour][/sub]

The rain reminded Qasem of home.  Unfortunately, that was where the familiarity stopped.  Kerrimand smelled of mud and moss, and the water only served to seep into their clothes and leech out what little heat they still had. Curiosity alone kept his spirits from falling completely.  Qasem made no hurry to keep up with the others; for all the discomforts of their journey, there was novelty and discovery to be had.  He plucked the sun-burst fungi, cutting small pieces into vials for later examination.  Moss from the sides of yew trees made it into his sack as well- as did the carnivorous plant’s leaves.  

He almost regretted not having the time or ability to sketch the origins of the collected samples.  Not that there would have been time to do so, he had fallen behind already, but before he could move to catch up, another distraction came.  A small salamander approached his foot in an attempt to debilitate him with his tail, and devour with his toothless maw.  

[colour=DDA0DD]“Hello small one,”[/colour]  He cooed, reaching down to scoop the creature up.  The sticky coating intrigued as much as it disgusted him.  Qasem rubbed the substance between his fingers before smelling it, and eventually putting it to his tongue, hoping either the taste or interaction with his own body chemistry would help identify its properties.  

Once finished his analysis of the animal, he reached out, so that the infant salamander hung over the large pitcher plant- a sort of offering, in an attempt to discover its reaction to a potential meal.