Everything needs some company. Even herbs. That's why there are so many patches of grass and why trees grow in forests. Merrill likes to find who or what needs that company and offer it -- because she knows what it's like to be without.

"The herbs will keep. They're not for anything too important anyway, just- side projects." Reclaiming some of her lost heritage, more like; Merrill has never been a healer as far as magic goes, but the Dalish know a great deal of forgotten properties when it comes to plants and other natural resources. She'd like to try and remember, herself.

But for now -- snow griffons. Merrill beams up at Herc, lacing her fingers together behind her back as she rocks on the balls of her feet. "Lead the way, then! I've never built a snow griffon before."