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<b>Master Forager, I believe myself to be. Foraging, to many, is seen as a simple tasks, such as plucking fruit from trees, gathering herbs from the forest floor, or mining raw stone from the earth. But to the trained eye, the forager's path is not one of simplicity. It is one of precision, patience, and instinct. I have walked this path long enough to understand its depth, and I now believe I have earned the right to call myself a Master Forager. A master does not rely on chance. I know where to look, not just in the Sacred Grove or Trapper's Paradise, but in the less forgiving places: the Iron Labyrinth, the rat-infested tunnels, the shrines of ancient beasts. I do not merely gather. I seek, I track, I understand the habits of creatures and the secrets of the land. When I need fine snake meat, I know the boa's slither and strike. When amber is needed, I recall the glint in a golden rabbit's path. When rare minerals are required, I don't simply mine for it. I listen to the stone, I read the ore veins like a map. I have learned where the earth is generous, and where it must be coaxed. I treat even the most humble material, for example a pebble or a tuft of wool with reverence. Each item has a place, each has a purpose. I do not hoard, I harvest with intention. I forage not just with my hands, but with my eyes, my memory, and my respect for the balance of nature. More than anything, I do not underestimate the simple. Foraging is the first of the Seven Ranger Skills, and perhaps the most overlooked. But I know its worth. Without it, I would be cold, hungry, and weaponless. With it, I can build, nourish, and survive. To be a Master Forager is to move unseen through the wild, not because I hide, but because I belong. The wind does not notice me because I walk with it, not against it. Animals do not flee because I do not threaten. I step lightly, I touch little, and I take only what is needed. My presence leaves no scar upon the land. In time, the forest no longer sees me as an intruder, but as one of its own. That is what it means to move unseen, in harmony with nature. To forage is to survive. To master it is to live well, wherever you stand. Dhe | |