She nodded to the farm yard, just hoping there weren't any horses there. She couldn't smell them, but sometimes, their scents were buried.

They were devious that way.

"Well, Varian offered," she said. "I don't know if you know him or not. He's an alchemist. A good friend." With a vested interest in keeping plant life alive. Beyond the need to eat, of course. "And the other person was a man named Maul."

A pause.

"If you know him, I think I should probably apologize."