With Arcan'dor's growth slowing, its planting could already be declared a success.
However, it had not yet reached the stage where it could produce fruit.
According to Tel'arn's estimate, it would probably take a month before it began bearing fruit.
The fruit would probably take another month to ripen.
For Senegos and the Nightborne, a two-month wait was nothing.
Long-lived races with lengthy lifespans were just that unconcerned about the passage of time.
The energy emanating from Arcan'dor felt very soothing.
It was energy produced by the perfect fusion of nature and arcane power.
If its aura alone was intoxicating, what would its ripe fruit be like?
In any case, Herad would not try it lightly!
Only after these guinea pigs with no other choice had tried it and confirmed that the fruit was safe would he promote it among his people.
Senegos and Tel'arn were very grateful for Herad's selfless help.
It never occurred to them that "selfless" needed quotation marks.
Of course, this did them no harm.
They were already in this state anyway. Would they really care whether eating Arcan'dor's fruit might give them a new arcane addiction?
At worst, they would switch from drinking liquid energy to munching on Arcan'dor fruit.
It was merely a change in how they consumed it.
Having finished researching Arcan'dor and creating its seeds, Tel'arn had some free time for the moment.
He recorded Arcan'dor's growth each day, then had nothing else to do.
In nearby Duskwood, which had seen daylight again, he could go and heal the sickly trees.
But this senior botanist was no slouch when it came to destructive power!
Who knew whether a slip of his hand might leave a few man-eating flowers planted in the forest?
To keep him from causing trouble, Herad suggested that he