Reconciliation - Part 2

He picked it up. He'd never held a book before. "A herbalist's guide to countryside ingredients…" He read aloud. Had it not been for the System, he would never have even been able to make it past the title.

It was a small book. Hardly larger than his palm. When he opened it, he could see just as many colourful illustrations of plants and different kinds of fungi as he could the pictorial runic language that he called his own.

"Purple mountain grass…" He read on the first page. He knew that one, at least, as well as its cousin, black mountain grass. The purple mountain grass was a popular intoxicant when smoked, whereas the black mountain grass was a deadly poison, even in the smallest of amounts.