Fish out of water...

Álarr's attention span was diverted from fireflies when he spied a familiar looking plant that Afi had told him about some time back. It was called abscess root and it was used for, well, abscesses. Autumn was the best time to harvest it, he remembered that much! He wandered over to the plant that stood almost a foot high, its leafed branches bear roughly six pairs of leaves per branch. "Oh, yea I can as long as someone from Legion comes with me. My dad brought me and my siblings to the festival and I have Afi and Brynhildr to keep an eye on me. But I'm sure my dad's around here somewhere. He's ancient!"

Álarr reached down to started digging, moving the dirt from around the base of the plant as he talked. "Warm. At least it's been hot since I've been alive but the fall has been nicer. We're a pack of warriors so there's always neat spars to watch or training and that kind of thing. So what about you? Do you not having anybody that travels with you?"