Hideaway Strath Friends are like Potato's leave then in the cupboard and they grow...

The overlarge brute turned from his drink and smiled easily, long before he found the source of the sound, it took his eyes a moment to find the shadow before they settled upon the masculine form.

"Hello my Good man, I am Vein" He introduced himself easily "I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting you, I don't suppose you know where any plants will be growing? I fancy myself a cultivator and I'm looking to dig up the roots and transplant some things before spring gets to far along.  Calendula Camomile or hibiscus " These were plants he could easily make teas from and he wanted to present some tea to the sweet white wolfess, Aerin though this was not info he'd throw out to every stranger.