Fish out of water...

Álarr kept digging, pulling dirt away from the plant. He couldn't go full tilt into his digging for fear of damaging the root but with a little patience he managed to unearth the root. It was slender and a few inches long. The root was covered in tufts of pale, smooth, brittle roots on the underside. It smelt bitter and he knew it wasn't very good to taste but once he dried it out he could use it for several things. Álarr pulled the plant out and set it down next to him. Álarr's head whipped up at Sandor's answer to his question. "What? You mean… you're all alone?" That was awful! His brow furrowed. It wasn't right for Sandor to have to be wandering alone. "Say, if you want, you could come back with me to Legion. My dad might be a bit grumpy but he's always grumpy and I'm sure I can talk my big brother into letting you join."