Sam looks less than convinced, peering skeptically at her peeling skin, but he drops the subject for the moment, holding up a large bag he'd been dragging along.

"Collecting deathroot," he explains, opening it up for her to see what's already a fair collection inside. "It's easy enough to find, and it comes right out of this sand with naught much more than a sharp tug. Still and all, it's no kind of name for a plant."