Decisions decisions

Kassander was taking a moment to clean what remained of last year's herbs out of one of his old caches. With summer in full swing and winter approaching he needed the room to fill it with fresher herbs before the coming autumn frost killed them. It was also one of the ones that had been flooded during the bad storms the summer before, so he was modifying it to prevent any new herbs from mildewing as did the old ones. Maximous' call had him dragging himself out of the cache-den to prick his ears cautiously toward the sound before he shook dirt and brittle plant matter out of his auburn coat and set off to track down the black Nomad. Coming to a stop not far from the wolf, Kassander took in the piles of herbs before Maximous and his brow raised in silent question (though a twinge from the still healing facial wound told him that was a bad idea) and asked neutrally, "What can I do for you, Maximous?"