You must bring us, a Shrubbery.

Grim nodded, acknowledging Ruth's suggestion, his expression thoughtful. That seems like a worthwhile journey. Arlathan it is, then. He finally said, a newfound determination in his eyes. I hadn’t planned on going that far north, in fact I’ve only been to Antiva once, but that was back when I was with the Bull’s Chargers. Cheese had once again taken up residence near Ruth, his little head tipping, like he knew somehow that Ruth was helping Cheese’s master and that it was a good thing, his little nub of a tail wagged. While Floki remained more neutral, like the little realist he was.

You still needed to explore the ancient ruin or whatever right? I can wait out here while you do. The dogs need to be fed any way, and I could use a nap. I mean if you still don’t mind me tagging along with you to Arlathan. I may not know you well, but I know you better than I know anyone else in Arlathan. Sure he’d established a connection to this Ghilain’nan that was possessing him, and he hoped that perhaps that meant no surprise black outs, but why put that to the test when he could be travelling with someone that at least seemed trustworthy enough.