He shouldn't be able to herb himself here

<30%hp 100%m 100%mv 2514tnl (40.14%)> civilized 3 PM A determined poacher gathers some herbs. A determined poacher looks better. <30%hp 100%m 100%mv 2514tnl (40.14%)> civilized 3 PM l A Crumbling Road An ancient, crumbling road runs here, cutting through the Feanwyyn Weald to the east and west as it travels along the bank of a slow moving river. Sunlight fights through the thick canopy of pine and cypress trees that close together over your head, dappling the road with an intricate dance of shadow and light. Rustles in the tangled underbrush to either side of the road betray the presence of small forest creatures, searching for what sustenance the forest can provide. The rich scent of the forest fills your nostrils, both new life and ancient death mixing into a heady, complex aroma that is the essence of the Feanwyyn Weald. [Exits: north east south west] A grim-faced man skulks through the marsh, peering through the tall grass.