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“You told me during my first meeting with you that you had worked with Jase in the spring, before he went missing?” He nodded, seated on the opposite side of the sofa. “I did.” “Can you explain that?” “I will” He crossed his legs, comfortable. “He’s a professional herbalist and botanist, you know. Brothshire Woods is known for its many trees, plants, and herbal whatnots. A vast world of medicine awaits its use. There are many secrets to the plants in the surrounding forest. It’s a helpful pharmacy just waiting to be used. As for Jase, I hired him to help me find certain mushrooms, ferns, and a handful of different herbs for my practices. He’s quite educated on such things, and how they can become medicines.” “What kind of practices?” I inquired, straight-faced and interested in his cal