Pamela
He picks the leaves, wrapping them in a cloth and places them into his bag. He watches as Ramoore pours out the magicka potion, "Yes I can't argue with that, they taste quite foul sometimes."
Sherry
Ramoore nodded as he pocketed it some of the baubles to sell.

"You said you know where Whiterun is, can you lead or point me towards it. Mr. Butterfly had lead me astray. It's okay, sometimes we all make mistakes." He asked, as the great city was right behind him.
Pamela
"It's the big city over there," He says pointing behind Ramoore, "In the distance behind you. I can lead you there if you need, but it's a fairly straight shot from here."
Sherry
His eyes widened, but than a frown.

"But it looks so small, I thought cities were big? Guess they do get bigger when you get closer." He sighed.

He then shook his head.

"No need, I can make myself be there with my feet. But I thank you... Uh... Jo... Joe Del." He nodded and smiled.

"May you spread your purple magic stuff on all those that hurt you. If you need help or if big meanie is too strong. I will make him pay." He offered his... Assistance if he ever needed it.
Pamela
"Say, before you go." He says, levitating a bottle out of his bag, "What's your favorite flavor, just in general." He asks, "I want to give you something to drink."
Sherry
"OH that's hard... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." He tapped his chin and thought hard.

"Cherry! No.. Orange... No! Blueberry!." He said with confidence.

A pause.

"I fucked up it's Cherry." He said his final answer.
Pamela
"Cherry it is!" He says, with a quick move of his paw a small purple portal appears, out of it levitates a small red bottle with an eyedropper cap, he opens the bottle, which sparkles with a light bluish color, dropping a few drops of the red liquid in, corking it, then shakes it a moment, "There, a nice cherry drink! Enjoy!" He says