Despite the Simmering Cauldron being nestled so far from Burrowgatory, the weather and ecological patterns differed little this far underground. The deluge of rain that set on just as the spring blooms loosed their buds was a refreshing return to the birth of a new year, and the ushering in of new life. As with all things, the cycle continues, and new mushroom growths had started popping up seemingly overnight, ready to recycle the passing of one y...