Two Rivers Isle A potato should always be with its friends in a fruitbowl! Otherwise it's potato-cism

At her Lady's words, she dipped her head in silent agreement, walking on. The subject now seemed so stupid, so with something like sadness she moved onto another that had been bothering her. "Our numbers are few. So many have left; Shink's disappearance worries me. Perhaps it would be of no ill to recruit outside the borders" she offered after a moment of silence, glancing to her friend to judge her thoughts on the matter. They needed numbers to last through the winter, she knew.