Sorrel has been sitting quietly, brow furrowed ever since Nari looked to him. That wasn't the glance of a friend, of someone who shared pain and needed support. There wasn't mere solidarity there, it was... She wasn't looking at him, she was looking to him. He felt the weight of that settle like a heavy coat.
"Small groves hidden everywhere will only start a hunt for more, nd any that get found will turn into firewood. We need something safer, something right in the Alienage that even the shemlen can't justify burning down or cutting up," He tilts his head, one hand spread open, palm-up. There's only one thing in the Alienage that the humans can't really do away with, not without serious repercussion, "With a little luck and some magic, we could grow fruit on the Vhenadahl."
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Sorrel has been sitting quietly, brow furrowed ever since Nari looked to him. That wasn't the glance of a friend, of someone who shared pain and needed support. There wasn't mere solidarity there, it was... She wasn't looking at him, she was looking to him. He felt the weight of that settle like a heavy coat.
"Small groves hidden everywhere will only start a hunt for more, nd any that get found will turn into firewood. We need something safer, something right in the Alienage that even the shemlen can't justify burning down or cutting up," He tilts his head, one hand spread open, palm-up. There's only one thing in the Alienage that the humans can't really do away with, not without serious repercussion, "With a little luck and some magic, we could grow fruit on the Vhenadahl."