"Are you familiar with the plant?" Dinah asked the alchemist who had a hand pressed to his nose.
"No." It was hard for him to admit it but Syryn wasnt the encyclopedia of knowledge that he wished to be. "I've seen similar flowers but none that stink like it."
"It doesn't stink," Dinah good naturally rebutted. "That's just your picky nose talking."
Right then, the door to the house that the garden belonged to was thrown open. A woman came out to see who had entered her garden.
"Hey, what are you two doing there? Get away from the plant," the woman shouted from where she stood.
"We have some questions for you," Dinah yelled back. "Can we have a moment?"
"I'm busy right now. Why dont you come back tomorrow?"
"It's an emergency, lady. The village headman sent us," Syryn replied. "We just need you here for a few minutes."
