Herbalists' Cache fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl

Olive listened for a moment, then thought hard when his signifiers weren’t immediately recognizable. She filed through the records of her mind but did not recognize the names of Grezig or Wintersbane, despite their assured presence at one of their many festivals [she figured, at least]. Olive bit her lips sheepishly as she admitted “I don’t know them, I’m sorry.” but it was okay, because she never really got out much anyways. Though she loved interacting with others, she wasn’t the most social creature; more often than not chasing the warm beside of her wives over the company of anybody else.

The woman canted her head. “Can I help you find your medicines?” This, at least, they might be able to connect over.