One Man's Trash... [Peregrine]

Before long Peregrin had gathered as much of the plant as she deemed wise. She didn't want to cripple the population here, after all. It would be better to take only what she needed and be able to return to this place in the future if she ever had need again. Which, based on the rarity and desire for this particular plant, she assumed she would. It would seem that Mags had come to more or less the same conclusion. She asked after a lair or something, and unfortunately Peregrine had to think on it for a moment. "Well, I've been trying to find someplace worth stopping in but..." She wheedled off with a weak head bobble.

So far... Well, let's just say she was still looking. "For now, we ought to find some place sunny where we can dry these out, and keep them out of the wind. Maybe somewhere away from this rank stench." She wrinkled her nose at Magpie, and tossed a glance back towards the horizon they'd come from. Between the decaying refuse and and the plant they'd come in search of, she was more than ready to get far, far away. She'd had a hard time finding landmarks on her way in, but she was ready to give it a shot, and hoped that Mags would at least call out if she made a wrong turn.