Larksong Grotto Home Sweet Home

Zaavier listened to the girl's story, clearly seeing she was angry with her past - just as he was with his. "I see. I come from a similar background - minus the murderous mother and fallen-from-the-stars sister." He commented. Ears twitched as a fly buzzed around him and he snapped at it with annoyance, successfully driving it away - or eating it - he couldn't tell. 

When the she-wolf mentioned that the only herb she knew of was Yew, he laughed. He only knew about two or three when he first started teaching himself about herbs. "Yeah, I understand. They're hard to memorize, and even though I've been teaching myself for about a year now, I can still only identify about thirty." He sighed in frustration. The lanky brute knew many of the herbs by name, but like he said, could only identify thirty from the smell or looks. And, he was yet to refresh his memory on many of their uses. Even though this posed a problem, Zaavier pushed on, continuing to drill the information into his brain. He wasn't one to give up.