Sometimes I think Robin has a better sense of smell than I do, and my snout can track a rabbit from three miles away. We can find almost anything in these woods, between us, to the point that we now take lists for the more time-restricted students.
Some people just have a knack for a thing, and Robin’s skill seems to be in foraging. Admittedly he’s not so great with using said forage; he’s spoiled many a potion and many a salve. Sensibly, in my eyes, he’s opted to make use of this skill to the benefit of himself and his peers alike. It started with Kim, when she hurt her ankle and couldn’t get supplies for herself, but a list of returning customers grows. Even one of the teachers has enlisted our help for the afternoon, while she’s stuck inside marking essays.