A hundred. Ruli glanced at her once more, caught off guard by that for no real reason. He, himself, was older than he appeared, a [i]blessing[/i] from his elven blood. Envy, too, was about her age. A little older, maybe, he'd never really asked the Kartaian for his exact age. But, considering Envy's retelling of his decades in the den, and then their years together, he could take a fairly accurate guess. 

"Here." Ruli said, dropping the subject for the time being and ducking into a building on the corner of the street. The sidewalk and overhang were crowded with plants and flowers that were in more shapes and sizes than Ruli ever recalled seeing in one place. The woman behind the counter was a round woman with fiery curly hair and a gap between her two front teeth. 
"Afternoon!" She chirped with a small bounce on her feet. 

[i]Great[/i]. Ruli internally grumbled. [i]She's a people person.[/i]
"Uh." He pulled the cover away from his face. "We're looking for seeds, if you've got them. We're moving to a mountainous terrain, not used to the climate. We'll need any sort of edible plant you can offer that will grow."
"Mountains, hm?" The woman peered between the two. Then she gasped. "My word, are you refugees from Ziad?" She asked, looking over their dark skin. "My poor babies." [Ruli refrained from growling at her]. "I think I have some of what you need. Maybe a few items you'll be used to. Give me a moment."

She bustled around the store talking to herself, while Ruli stood beside the counter and observed her suspiciously.