'Tis little good the herb will do if you don't know the verse...

Nestled between sodden hills and meandering streams of Maree, there lived an old herbalist named Awen. He was renowned for his vast knowledge of herbs and their mystical properties, particularly a sacred herb known as ‘evils Claw.
‘evils Claw was said to possess magical healing properties, but its true potential could only be unlocked if one knew the ancient prayer that accompanied its usage. Legends spoke of a rhyme passed down through generations, a secret incantation that, when recited with utmost sincerity, would amplify the herb's healing powers.
One day, a young local fell ill with a mysterious sickness. Despite Awen's extensive knowledge, he couldn't identify the root cause of his sickness. Desperate to help he decided to use the legendary ‘evils Claw.
Awen gathered the herb from his hidden garden and prepared a potion with great care. However, as he held the concoction in his hands, he realized he had forgotten the sacred verse that would unleash ‘evils Claw's true potential. Panic set in as he desperately searched through his ancient herbal research, but the verse eluded him.
Determined not to give up, Awen decided to embark on a journey to seek guidance from his parents, the Elders of the Whispering Woods, Ele & An who were recluses and whom had thought him the magic of herbalism – they were sure to hold the ancient verses of forgotten herbs.
The journey was long but after days of travel, Awen reached the heart of the Whispering Woods. The wise Sages, listened intently to his plight. With a knowing smile, the Sages shared the long-forgotten verse for the ‘evils Claw herb. Awen memorized every word and rushed back to Maree, hope rekindled in his heart.
Upon his return, Awen recited the verse with unwavering belief, and the ‘evils Claw worked its magic. The man's illness began to subside, and the townland marveled at the miraculous healing brought forth by the ancient herb and the power of the sacred verse.
From that day forward, the people of Maree held the ‘evils Claw and its accompanying prayer in the highest regard. They learned that sometimes, the true magic of nature lies not only in the herbs themselves but in the wisdom and faith with which they are wielded.
And so, the tale of Awen and the ‘evils Claw herb became a cherished story, passed down through the generations of Maree, a reminder of the importance of both knowledge and belief in the enchanting world of herbs and magic.