Pain shot through Nym's left arm. A warm sensation traveled down his arm and he realized that he was bleeding freely. He felt a little queezy as he struggle not to pass out. He pulled out a Raynor Thorn out of his arm, tears welling up in his eyes. The fruit of these plants looks so inviting but the thorns are launched out as soon as something move close enough to put weight on its roots. The spike was prone to kill smaller animals. It is the only plant on the plateau to provide its own fertilizer. -- Tales of Yorn