Whenever you wanna pass it my way! Not like we can really get anywhere, right now... the fog turns you right back around, which is all the makings of a trapped up place, you know? [ getting turned ass over end, and all. but he curls his hand at his chin, considering, other hand patting his satchel comfortingly after he folds the robe over the top of it. ]

My crown has some useful flowers on it, but I'll gladly take yours, too, if you want to get rid of it. Worth having something even if I have to remake all my salve bases and tinctures.

But, ah, you don't have to call me "mister" or anything. We ain't so different in age, I don't think?