Resuming his journey, Ceadda eventually made it to an area of the forest that looked like it could be the place the old man described. Rocks covered in moss, a clearing surrounded by large trees, etc. Looking around, he saw an herb that resembled the one he was searching for, and upon further inspection identified it as his target. He found more of them growing around, and harvesting them carefully, he placed them in his bag, preparing for the return trip.
Hearing a twig break somewhere approximately at his 7 o'clock, he whirled around drawing his pistol while doing so. As crazy as it would have been to him naught but a few years ago, he was relishing this chance at violence. His mind had been too distracted with his past as of late, and adrenaline was always the best cure he could find, other than writing.
A creature removed from the bushes, and he put his pistol away upon seeing it was only a deer. This was probably his biggest disappointment in a long while. And in his disappointment, he made a hasty decision. He was going to return on a road further north, hoping he would run into some patrols. He set off, first leaving the forest, then heading north through the buffer fields, hoping that he would someday find what he was searching for. Or at least find out what it was.