@les-lax (I'll go ahead and do a starter I s'pose) Koszmar's roughened boot soles pressed against brilliant emerald grass with distinct, yet unmotivated purpose, as he walked through the fields and jutting green hills, which lay peppered with beautiful craggy columns in the Pandarian Jade Forest. Despite the low hanging cowl covering his eyes nearly in full, the Forsaken warlock crouched low in the cool night air, vision seemingly unobstructed. Early morning was perhaps a better description, though the sun remained well behind the horizon, keeping the sky yet black and glittered with stars. Koszmar had been wandering for most of the night, looking over the various indigenous plants and weeds in a futile attempt to learn a previously unexplored study. He shifted his bizarre mystical lantern from his left hand into his right, and hovered the warm light over a tree trunk's now illuminated roots. Various fungus and little flowers grew around and nearby the thick knots and large roiling roots. He set the lamp down, and pulled himself to sitting, carefully folding the leg area of his green and purple robes beneath him as he did. The Forsaken removed his cowl behind his head, letting his long black hair fall around his shoulders, as his bright amber eyes attempted to analyze the herbs before him. He then removed a nearly empty glass vial of salve from his pouch, running a trickle of the ointment onto his hands, and ultimately anointing the skin on his face with the stuff. Koszmar then plucked a couple of the herbs and flowers from the tree's base, as well as a single mushroom. Looking then over, the warlock released a gritty sigh of frustration before muttering to himself in thought. "This was an unthinkably stupid idea." He raised his eyes to the sky above the tree canopy and took a deep breath. "I am such a damn fool."
