"We trekked across the ashlands for the better part of the day, but we left with only about a dozen of the brilliant crimson fruits. Each painstakingly selected by the local herbalists, who insisted I keep my distance. Before we made the return journey, the flesh of the fruit was carved out and prepared for the trip, a process given even more care than their selection. As we turned back to the black desert that surrounded Mount Nuri, I inquired with one of the herbalists, a bit perplexed why they would make such a trip only to return with a small fraction of what was there. The old man only chuckled at my question, insisting I'd have my answer soon enough.
Only perhaps a few minutes later an explosion rang across the ash valley. It was quickly followed by another, and another. I turned about--half expecting Nuri to be erupting--to see a thousand crimson fruits bursting across the mountainside."
-from the travel log of Alchemist Jorridin
