Summer was a season better spent in the north where the temperature was at least bareable. Panting Lyndvarr continued slugging his way through the swamp, eyes peeled for a particularly rare herb… ginseng root. He'd tried a couple times to find it but hadn't had much luck. Today however he was determined to find the darn thing. Lyndvarr eyed the number of birds above him and moved just in time to avoid getting crapped on. Good grief… with a snarl Lyndvarr lashed to his right, teeth just missing ensnaring a blue jay. This was impossible, what was he even- Lyndvarr slipped and careened through mud until he landed in a rich clearing. Some days he thought the gods were laughing at him and that little slip had to be Loki's doing, stupid trickster. He growled and got to his feet, shaking the mud from his paws. Lyndvarr was about to climb back up the way he came when he caught sight of a plant with sets of fivefinely-toothed leaves and small, yellowish flowers. Ginseng! Walk, "Talk" Think

The tiny woman hummed softly as she walked through the estuary, enjoying the sun warming her back. This was by far her favorite place to go herb hunting, there was plenty that grew here. But today there was one certain herb that she had in mind, a very rare herb that she had been able to find only once here. The small red berries of the ginseng plant were just as useful as the root. It was sought after by most healers, it was just that hard to find. Plodding along to the bird song, nose to the ground, she was about to turn around when she heard a thump. Blinking, she rose her red coloured head and tried to find the source of it. It was then that she saw the large man pick himself off the ground, shaking the mud from his legs. She saw the herb before his paws, her blue eyes growing wide. Oh, it would seem that they were after the same thing! Bounding over, she realized that she had met this man once before. She blinked a few more times, trying to place his name. "You're Lyndvarr, aren't you?" She asked softly, sitting on the other side of the herb. They had met here, in this very land once before. "It would seem that we are after the same herb, but since you fell for that one you can have it," Amalia commented, trying not to laugh at his struggles. "But since you're here, do you mind helping me find another ginseng plant? They are quite hard to come by." Plus, she wouldn't mind some company. He was a fellow healer after all, perhaps they could teach each other something again. "Speech"