"Charcoal?" Rezo sounds absolutely delighted. "I see... Yes, hm. In my old world it was sometimes used to treat poisons, as an alternative to-" He pauses, unsure of the Imperial term. "-to an {emetic}. A thing that makes people throw up. Or to healing magic."

For the first time in a long time, Rezo itches to do some experiments, and to ask for more details. But he sets it aside in light of the task ahead of them.

"Which flower do you see?" There were a few on the list that he could recall.