"Okay," Carana said weakly, still staring at the trama root, "I won't even pretend to understand, but it looks like you know what you are doing." Along with Carana, Juteem was looking at the plant with one hand supporting his elbow and the other supporting the underside of his chin. His expression was more contemplative. It looked like he was about to ask something, but he stayed silent. Carana finally looked to Meesei properly, "I'm surprised, really. I thought the champion would be more..." she paused and itched at the back of her head, "...well, not a mage, to be true, much less with magic like that. Look, we could always use the extra help up here. Darahil pretty much runs this section, however. He knows the most about magic than any of us. I think you should talk with him if you can help." Carana held up a hand before Meesei could respond, "I-I know he may come off as cold, but his heart is in the right place. Now," Carana glimpsed to Sabine, "Did you need any more ingredients?" Sabine double checked the pouch she had been filling with what she needed, then looked up and shook her head. While Janius and Fendros smiled along with Ahnasha's speculation, Hadryn squinted one eye and hummed sceptically. "I don't know if Najirra would call for your Lorag. He is very good at helping people with their problems, but he doesn't call for people who don't want help unless they become a problem to themselves or other people. I don't know how he tells, though, I swear he can hear the thoughts of everyone in this ruin." "I would believe it if he left his room more often, he doesn't even come out to hunt with the full moons," Theresa added. This made Fendros and Janius turn their heads in disbelief. "Wait, how would he do that? Wouldn't his beast spirit force him to hunt?" Janius asked. "Najirra is very old, and so is his beast spirit," Hadryn answered, "His entire being knows that his hunting days are over. Normally such people die of starvation in the wild, but he keeps himself fed and that seems to be enough for him."