Verdant Basin he speaks of the sickening longing, the unwell emotion.

the woman tsked. this whole world has plants n' herbs, nothin' special about that place, she hoped he knew that. mags was biased though - she thought everyone ought to be free, untethered, unbranded. it was no detriment to the budding relationship between them exactly, not unless something went wrong and that giant woman refused his passage for whatever reason.

y'think - would they be mightily bothered if, say, y'left them? a cheeky smirk slanted her muzzle. gets lonely out here. an' yer gettin' good cullin them frogs... or was he loyal to his little deal?