~~Raya's PoV~~
The king's herbalist is a thin, nervous man who keeps glancing back at me as though I am going to attack him at any moment while we walk through the castle's halls. I do my best to try to look unthreatening, but based on the sweat he keeps wiping from his brow, I'm not sure it's working.
"How do you know about this moonseed plant?" he asks me as we arrive at the small room where he does his work. There is a sturdy, rectangular wooden table in the middle of the room with bowls and various devices for the preparation of his potions and ointments: there are scales, pestles and mortar, knives and other instruments I'm not familiar with. Lining the walls are shelves with jars of different shapes and sizes, each bearing a handwritten label, and hanging above us are dried p
