Neverwinter Forest that which takes in turns, gives in spades

He surveyed her coolly, giving a nod to her answer. He wondered if she really did mean to leave the Valley for good, or if it was always going to be at the back of her mind--a fallback, of sorts. Phocion had nothing at all against the Valley. . .but he knew he was not going back, and he wanted Poet with him.

"Garlic I think I know," Phocion said, smiling. "Bulbs, smelling very pungent?" He wrinkled his nose in illustration, laughed, and then shook his head. "Yarrow, though, I'm not familiar with at all. Color to look for?"

It was good to be back with his friend. She had been his only true companion in Bearclaw Valley--though the Redleaf sisters, particularly Indra, had been kind--and he had been afraid of not finding her again. Whatever traumas the two of them had weathered in the past, they could put it all behind them. They had a chance to start fresh.