"What's there to tell? I'm an herbalist. Make potions and sell them. Gather herbs, roots, berries..." Bokken s

"What's there to tell? I'm an herbalist. Make potions and sell them. Gather herbs, roots, berries..." Bokken sighs. "I live in the forest, live off the land. Since leaving Restov for these parts, I ended up a merchant here at Oleg and Svetlana's post. They let me in out of kindness. Help me with things. They bring me water, or firewood when it's cold, and the occasional barrel of honey... They're good people."