Midday sunlight showered down on the thick Niahi forestry, as Vincent made his way through the scarce path work made mostly by the creatures and hunters, or mages who came this way often enough to find whatever herbs they needed. He was adorned in dark brown, leathern pants, the bottoms of which were frayed so much they almost looked like fringe, or fur, and hid the better portion of his hefty boots. A long sleeved, dark sage green shirt with long sleeves that nearly completely encompasses his hands and had a wide v-neck showed the leather-string necklace that was looped around his neck several times, a rather simple, silver half-circle hung from it. A machete was hung at his left side, something he'd grabbed just for this excursion.
It had been a long time since Vincent had done anything like this. He remembered a time from his youth when he'd gone with his mother and brothers to gather flowers and medicinal herbs for their ailing grandmother, but that had been ages ago... So far was it from where he was now that it was almost like a memory of a childhood dream.
The only other familiarity with herbs he had was in his companies labs when his head scientist had been explaining the workings behind an important serum to him. While there he'd learned more than he'd ever expected to have, but in the back of his mind he wondered if any of that knowledge could really be put to use in a world like this.
He had, however, read up quite a bit on the plants and potions this world did employ though. It wasn't a remedy or a cure he was looking for, but a means to find something. Even if she didn't, he was fully aware of his adversaries sudden appearance in this world... Now, though, she was no longer his enemy, but he still had to be sure. She would undoubtedly have uneasy feelings for him, and he had to figure out just why she had come here, where she was... This plant was supposed to allow one to see unseen things when mixed with some more common herbs, with few unwanted side-effects. There was supposedly a small cavern just a little deeper in, in which a small patch of this particular blossom flourished. He couldn't resist the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips as he walked, spotting the thick vine-work and underbrush that largely obscured the mouth of this cave, which peeked out the side of a small hill, leading under ground.
Taking hold of the machete, he smacked away at the thorny bushes, before crouching down and inspecting the cavern opening a bit more carefully. Though sunlight trickled in, it was definitely dark, about three and a half feet tall, but dropped down, supposedly, into a much wider area, and there were apparently other, smaller holes that made it possible to see without a torch... well, so long as they weren't grown over, either. A good amount of spider webs were accumulated in an unwelcoming manner. Did no mage really come for this herb? Was there something else about it he hadn't read about, or was it possible it'd been so picked over it no longer grew, and the site left abandoned?
Well, he'd come this far, so there was no point in turning back on a simple whim with no concrete evidence. Putting the machete at his side again carefully, he began to lower himself down into the darkness.
