Wardrobe

Villager: Shadowleafe

The garden's filled with plants and herbs, the colours ranging from all ends of the spectrum. You don't recognise most of them, though they are beautiful. Between the curling vines and flowery bushes are neat orderly lines of tiny saplings in little wooden-edged plots. A tiled path dances through the grass and trees, wriggling through the bushes and poking out from the trees. Gentle murmurings bubble from the little fountain that sits in the middle of the garden. Birdsong can be faintly heard. The whole place is filled with delicious aromas, each scent complimenting the next to create a beautiful perfume. You sigh, the entire place's soothing aura relaxing you. You could stay here forever.
The sounds pf wingbeats makes you look up as a magpie flutters down in front of you. She stumbles slightly as she lands, and a small scattering of seeds spill from her beak.
"Oh not again!" She cries, quickly scrambling to pick up the seeds. Then her head raises and she hops once towards you, an awkward but cute smile on her face as her keen eyes regard you. You notice that there's soil all over her talons and some leaves in her feathers. A indignant squawk breaks from behind her as a small Blackbirb flutters down to settle on it's owner's back. The magpie grins.
"Hi there! I'm Shadowleafe, this town's herbalist!"