"Gysahl greens...?" The name didn't ring a chime in his head but he'd heard of similar things. "I know naught of the name, but there was said to be a wild weed the birds would savor and covet to the point of vicious defense... and one guest had a pocket of the sprouts from her own world stashed away when she was brought through. We might see soon enough."

In any case, it caught Persephone's interest enough to stand beside Freya with almost expectant curiosity. Did someone mention the 'G' word? "But they graze in field and forest like any other," Ramza concluded, "and woe to the poor wanderer who strays too close.."