"The harvest? No, no, harvest is easy. Bend down, pluck. Growing is hard. Three years, one flower. Very fragile, very delicate. Strong wind, poof, all gone."<br/><br/>He'd find one of the largest batches of the flowers, more than a hundred of them, in the capital city of the gnoll's empire, near the heart of a crude, surprisingly huge temple, at the center of the city. He easily transports them to an abandoned building, a quarter mile from the temple, but will likely need a good disguise for them, as the only non-gnolls in the city are slaves.