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"Plants?" Merlin cast a superficial glance around the meadow, which appeared to him as a regular barren winter wasteland and wondered, what kind of plants could this guy actually find. If he was looking for plants, that is. He furrowed his brow, but decided that he did not care, if the fellow lied to him or not. He wanted to talk and there was ... guy, who wanted to do so.

"I don't think you will find anything useful here," he pointed out, remembering dimly now that he too once had something to do with plants. Exactly what - he had no idea. And no longer cared either. "What is your name, kid?" he asked and only then realized that he had not replied to the earlier inquiry. "Nah, nothing much. Chilling here and looking for lunch," he shrugged.