"Ah, yes. Thank you," he replies as he takes the vial.

Aymeric places the lettuce on the snowy ground, sparing a hand to pet the rabbit. Careful and slow with his movements, the rabbit doesn't seem to mind.

"You mentioned that you're a gleaner. You come from Sharlayan, then?" asks Aymeric as he dusts the first handful of powder off into the vial. "I've not heard anyone else mention that place here yet. Are we of the same world?"