That is what it is. I had some on me when I came here.

[ They're a jack of all trades, the small red berries that appear on what bush or vegetation that stubbornly clings to life in the frigid never-ending winter, red like blood, like gems. Good for spicing food, for treating lethargy; the lifeblood of the winter itself. ]

I've saved some of the pits, so we can grow some if the soil is willing.

[ Of course dragons are real. They are real, just like how the horns on his head are real. ]