"I read Deathroot is notoriously hard to grow outside of the Approach. It would have been a challenge to grow it here."

Brushing back the curtain of brown hair along her lefs cheek, she looked over to where Garahel was roaming about. Now that she was here, the pressure was off for her to see the garden leaving her with the ability to enjoy other persuits. "How did your hound fair in the wastes? I imagine it must have been difficult to provide for him."