Wolves lingering in a graveyard years after a war could only mean one thing: not only are there undead beings, but likely many of them, so much so that the wolves of the forest consider this place a hunting ground. However, the good news is that predators usually avoid attacking enemies that pose a significant threat. For instance, wolves prefer rabbits but will be cautious around deer, as deer pose some danger to wolves. The goal of carnivores is to obtain food, not to engage in fights with everyone they come across. They also have to consider the risk of injury. For animals, a severe injury often means death, or even if they're lucky and the wound heals, it could severely impact their hunting efficiency.

If wolves are using the cemetery as a hunting ground, it indicates that even if there are necrotic creatures within, they're possibly not as powerful. Certainly not as formidable as Gnolls, with no wild animal willing to pick fights with Gnolls.

"It's still morning," said Grit. "If we act now, we have at least six or seven hours before nightfall."

Grit was right. Jess glanced at the sky, shielded by branches, and realized that after getting used to the darkness of Duskwood, there are indeed differences between day and night here. Last night was particularly dark, virtually impossible to see one's hand in front of their face without the constant lights of the town. But now, there were glimpses of sunlight piercing through the shrouded darkness, casting spots of light on the grey-green grass.

Jess shook his axe and said, "Then let's go."

"Take it easy," Grit eyed the swaying axe blade, "Don't forget what you said yesterday. We're here to gather herbs, not looking for a fight unless it's absolutely necessary. Do not invite trouble."

"I remember," Jess replied. "How could I forget something even you recall so clearly?"

The dwarf chuckled and led the way towards the cemetery. Following him, they reached the cemetery's fence, walking along it without reaching an end. This was undoubtedly the largest cemetery in the Kingdom of Stormwind, probably even the largest in the entire continent. At least in Lordaeron, Jess couldn't recall any place of this scale.

Becoming somewhat weary of walking, Grit shook the metal fence, which, despite years of abandonment, remained solid and unyielding.

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"How do we get in?"

"If those wolves got in, so could we," Jess suggested, looking at the ground. "Watch the ground; perhaps there's a burrow they've dug..."

"Good point."

Grit nodded and continued forward. After another ten minutes or so, Jess spotted a cluster of unusual plants at the base of the fence.

Their stems grew densely outward, ending in bunches of fine leaves that resembled coarse silver hairs, gathering in formations akin to chrysanthemums. The mass of leaves seemed to merge into a cascading silver cluster, waving gently in the breeze.

Is this... Silverleaf?

His knowledge of Silverleaf was mainly from browsing herbology manuals in the library since the crude textures and outdated modeling in the game provided little help in identifying most of the world's herbs.

"Hold on," Jess called to Grit, taking out a scroll to compare the rough sketches and descriptions. "This is Silverleaf, right?"

"Let me see," Grit plucked a small piece, rubbing and smelling it. "Likely, I have a brother who loves adding dried Silverleaf to his bitter ale for flavor; it smells similar."

"A pound of Silverleaf can sell for more than two silver coins," Jess said, pulling out a knife. "How much is this lot?"

"Hard to say," Grit inspected the plant. "But definitely less than a pound. Once we take it back to Stormwind and it dries, it might weigh even less."

"Well, at least it's a start." As Jess was about to cut a plant, a rustle startled him, causing him to retract his hand and step back, exclaiming in shock.

"What did you say?" Grit, observing their surroundings, turned back. "What's wrong?"

"I swear something just moved in there," Jess swallowed hard.

"Are you sure?" Grit approached, slowly lifting his sword towards the Silverleaf.

Looking around and finding nothing unusual, Grit gestured for Jess to take another look.

As Jess gently moved a leaf with his knife, the bush quivered again! Grit's sword pierced accurately into something hard with a crackling sound... The rustling entity began to flail about, and with a powerful thrust, Grit hoisted it halfway into the air - it was a severed arm!

Seeing the arm wriggling like a large bug, Grit's face turned pale, and in fear, he threw his sword away. Once the arm fell off the sword tip, Grit hastily picked his sword back up.

After swearing in Dwarvish, he said, "Quick, cut the Silverleaf; we need to go!"

Jess hurriedly began to harvest the plant, and behind the bush, he discovered a burrow large enough for a person to crawl through!

"Grit, there's a tunnel here!"

"You go first! I'll follow right behind!" Grit pointed his sword at the rolling arm on the ground. Jess glanced back, likening it to a lizard's tail left twitching.

This thought chilled him to the bone - if the tail was here, where was the lizard?

Brushing the thought aside, he quickly crawled through the tunnel. His slim figure made it easy, but it took some effort to pull the dwarfish "iron barrel" through.

Standing up and resting against the wall, Jess glanced sideways at the dwarf, "Why were you so scared?"

"I wouldn't be scared of a whole zombie, but a lone arm thrashing about? Who wouldn't feel uneasy?" Grit retorted. "As for you, getting spooked by every little thing, it's embarrassing. But then, I never had much hope for humans."

After taking a deep breath, Grit checked outside the fence once more and asked, "How much do you think we got?" Holding up the bag, Jess replied, "Doesn't feel heavier than the bag itself."

"As expected."