Abby stares at the last mixture that was made when the ground begins to rumble. An alchemist she might be, but it seems she had a lot to learn still if her concoctions were still not coming together right. Still, as Cadrick speaks up she sighs and readies each of the mixtures. "Well, at least we have something to work with...  so do we just wait for these plants to come to us or..." She asks around moving a bit back toward the hole.