Fox's Glade i was born a fighter;

no, he wasn't really looking for anything.

Baelfire already knew what he wanted but the frost of the north had probably claimed any semblance of them. he'd shake his head. "I wasn't... looking for it. I know aloe doesn't grow here. I may switch it with another plant in my cache that has the same effect" though with less of an excellent result. the juices were an excellent soother. he would pause, looking to the stranger. "though I appreciate you offering to help." well, the guy hadn't bitten his head off so far for strange mutters and his language. even if he didn't know the word.

so the guy, therefore, was decent enough. prove him wrong, though. "so you know a bit of herbology?" that was obvious by the other's words, but still, it was good to clarify. Baelfire's eyes went back to the water, wondering what sort of northern herbs grew around here aside from the ones he was aware of. perhaps this man could tell him more of the plants here. though Baelfire really didn't want to impose much. he already had the merits of a crazy hermit without talking about plants all day.