Currently, being held in my hand is a knitted basket. Inside are several kinds of medicinal
herbs. Fumu. Today’s harvest is sufficient if I do say so myself. While thinking about one of
the Dragon race’s favorite phrases as a habit, I fill myself with pride and self-satisfaction.
While doing so, I hear a voice calling out to me from behind.
“Dran, let’s head back soon.”
“Well, I suppose it is time to head back.” I mutter.