"We could always use more gatherers and traders, I suppose, but I don't think that's champions work, is it?" The Bosmer, Carana was distracted enough by finding ingredients not to mind Meesei's wandering. However, when she spotted what Meesei was doing out of the corner of her eye, she faced her palms forward and rushed over to her. "Ah-ah! Wait! That's Trama root! It's expensive and fragile and..." Canara was somewhat pacified when she saw that it had grown with Meesei's magic, but was utterly confounded by the event. "Huh? How did you do that?" She asked with a face of shock.

"Oh, Oswall is certainly old. Not as old as, say, Najirra, but still old. He's not an Orc, mind," Fabian responded, "As for Harriet, she would be, what? Twenty-nine? Thirty?" Fabian looked to his friends.

"About that, I believe," Theresa confirmed.

"Right, well, in any case, I don't think she needs to worry yet." Fabian shrugged, "Of course, if your friend is worrying now, who knows what Harriet is hiding from everyone else?"