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[profeseed]

*If you happen to wander by the seemingly ever-expanding garden by the churchshack today, there is currently a bishop hovering over a plant full of berries you've probably never seen before, unless perhaps you're one of the few unlucky ones to have been in camp a long, long time...*

Well, I don't think they're poisonous...

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[runstowardsfire]

*peering at the plant*

How peculiar . . .

[profeseed]

I think it might be native to the camp, actually...

[runstowardsfire]

It is. Have you seen any animals eating the berries? That could be sign that it is edible.

[profeseed]

Not yet, I only just found them like this today.

[runstowardsfire]

*sniffs the berries*

I see . . . Well, that's something new.

[profeseed]

Oh?

[runstowardsfire]

It smells fermented. I think if the berries were squeezed, there'd be something like wine without needing to ferment it.

[profeseed]

Ah, now that you mention it...

*taking a closer look at the berries, himself*

[runstowardsfire]

It's not even overripe yet too.

[profeseed]

Well, considering some of the other plants native to this place...

[runstowardsfire]

. . . Like mistletoe? Yes, it's not that surprising.

[profeseed]

At least these aren't really very dangerous, though I suppose I ought to move them somewhere harder to reach...

[runstowardsfire]

There are people here who do like drinking, yes.

[profeseed]

Well, and it wouldn't do for anyone to eat them by accident...

[runstowardsfire]

It might be too tempting if you put up a sign . . .

[profeseed]

I was thinking perhaps of putting it behind some of the thorny bushes.