A familiar tree with clusters of long, dark brown pods caught Rowan's attention. The long, curved locust pods hung down, swaying in the night wind like black sickles.
He walked over and reached out to pick a cluster, squeezing them to find the pods were dry and brittle, cracking with a pleasant crunchy sound, emitting a characteristic pungent, strong fragrance. He satisfiedly put them into his animal skin bag.
This locust tree grew very lushly, its trunk covered in sharp thorns, its branches and leaves flourishing; there were pods growing so high up that one would have to climb the tree to pick them. This thing contained natural saponins; using it to wash hair or clothes was very good, much cleaner than just using spring water.
