(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

I was wary of the sharp-fanged seed even as it lay in my pouch. It had stung
me once, and the prospect of carrying back a good sample of the needed
herb would likely be a great deal more painful.
"Hey Morte, I don't suppose this seed is razorvine, is it?"
"Meh, doubtful, chief," he glanced at the buildings patched in the stuff,
"Mostly people grow 'em from cuttings, not seeds, and it's everywhere. The
old coot wouldn't be asking you to hunt for something that's worth less than
a hemmorhoid."
"Well, it was just a thought."
A multitude of voices rose from the marketplace, a cacophony of hisses and
growls, of gap-toothed men haggling bitterly over prices, or merchants
yelling at the street urchins for snicking a tart or sweet. The few guards here
were a mishmash group, with ill-fitting armor more piecemeal than not.
They were a loutish bunch, poorly-paid and grim, but they were what the
local traders could afford.
I turned to enter the bazaar, and caught the eye of an old, plump merchant.
He had a worldly look to him, and his deep voice was gentle but confident.
"Ah, hello there. Are you ready to sample some of the most delectable
treats from across the Planes, my good man? Spend a copper, for the sake
of your senses!"
His cart was arrayed with a fine collection of fruits and treats, small barrels
brimming with bright red pearls and dull brown cubes, of flowers and
breads, sweetmeats and a few casks of wine. My stomach growled, and it
came to me that it had been a while since I've last eaten.
"Well... what do you have?" I asked, browsing his wares. Much of what he
sold was unfamiliar to me.
The plump little man smiled, "All manner of delicacies to delight your palate,
my good man. Arborean fireseeds, Gar-Bar root, Elysian pears, crimson lotus
petals, Bytopian shepherd's bread, shiftspice from the chaos of Limbo, and
sea-plums are what I have at the moment. Merely five coppers for a taste of
anything you'd like."
Morte was salivating a bit too, "I was always partial to the fireseeds myself,
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