"Well, now we're talking! Much better than poking around where you don't belong, nattering on like a fool... h

"Well, now we're talking! Much better than poking around where you don't belong, nattering on like a fool... here, look!" She pulls a black, oddly-wrinkled mushroom from a bag on her belt — it has an odd smell about it that makes your eyes tear up. "This — this is a black rattlecap. The sporepods inside — the best thing for the lungs — and the skin. Me, I use them for tea. They're rare, though, but they grow thickest at the Mud Bowl, east of here. Get me... at least ten... yes, ten, then we'll talk!"