Utterly Mad

"Something like that," he replied to the boy's question.  "I make a tea of sorts from them.  Calms my nerves.  I get...ah...violent otherwise."  A sour twinge of regret surfaced at the thought, and a frown flickers across his lupine face for a split second before vanishing, replaced by a small grin as the vials containing the herb were produced. 

He uncorked one of the glass vials a respectable distance away from his face, instantly catching wind of the herb's trademark turpentine odor.  That's the stuff.  Smells like ass and tastes equally awful.  Closing the vial, he stows both in the satchel, placing the bag on his belt. 

"Thank Skyler for me.  And give...or pass along a message if you would.  Prep a few living Blood Weed planters for transport.  I have a feeling I'll need them in the near future."

He gives a casual salute as he departs, making his way back to base camp.