<strong>~Galo, infirmary~</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br/><br/>A small relief washed over him as he began to look through his collection of herbs and fungi; this was familiar, safe, this would always be constant no matter what. He listened distantly to Nakia, Autolycus and the slave woman as he worked, taking note though not responding save for a nod when Nakia told him to catch up. He tried to block out the wild sounds from the young woman in the box and was disappointed when he didn’t recognise her language as she spoke.<br/><em><br/>Belladonna, Destroying Angel, Hemlock, Wolfbane... Yes, those for the upper floor... Wild carrot, Yohimbe, Clary... well, those are always in demand... Opium, fly agaric, Mandrake, Harmal... </em><br/><br/>List after list, of plants of many properties flashed through his head, while his hands flew over bundles and packages, jars and pouches, sorting what was to remain here, what to take with him now, and what to leave until later. Thinking back to the bath, along with the items he had already set aside to take to his own cell and to be hidden around the house, he grabbed a pouch containing herbs and resins, intended to invigorate and awaken the mind. Combined they had a fresh, cool, refreshing scent; something he felt sorely in need of.<br/><br/>Collecting the bags to take with him he stood and turned around - forcibly ignoring the batting from the box, there was no time! - and with a nod to Autolycus started towards the door.