[Joss can't answer that, but as it turns out Drampa does, indeed, take them somewhere special. It's a nice, somewhat secluded area, mostly sheltered from the wind and ash by a rocky outcrop. Young, pale sprouts peek between cracks in the stone, as well as a few appetizing-looking mushrooms. There's also thick, earthy moss clinging to the craggy surface. Truly a feast for the kind of person who'd put anything in their mouth.
Joss hums in appreciation, before gently patting Drampa's long neck as a thanks.
... If one of them tries to lick the ore vein running through the rock, though, she'll have to stop him. It's lead. Please don't lick lead. You asked about plants, she didn't expect this.]
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Joss hums in appreciation, before gently patting Drampa's long neck as a thanks.
... If one of them tries to lick the ore vein running through the rock, though, she'll have to stop him. It's lead. Please don't lick lead. You asked about plants, she didn't expect this.]