Things since Lambert's arrival have been something of a whirlwind, and not very carnival-like in the least -- but it seems to be back to business as usual, now. There wasn't much for the Nightrider to do right now, save sharpen his sword and get ready for trouble, but with a restless need to move settling in under his skin, he was patrolling the carnival.

He'd noticed the trailer surrounded by plants before, but he'd never actually spoken to its occupants. Some kind of herbalist, he'd assumed from what he saw, but he hadn't thought any more of it. Now, though, with someone outside, it's an opportunity to satisfy his curiosity (and kill boredom).

"What are those for?" he asks, with no preamble or greeting. His nose is sharp enough to tell him it isn't tobacco, but that doesn't necessarily let him guess what its intended use and properties actually are.