"No. Perhaps I just missed them?"

He takes another look around the glade to be sure. The scenery...seems to shift in a disorienting way. His brow furrows. There is some sort of illusion at play, he knows, but it's not a spell he can easily see through like he does back home. Different systems of magic, he assumes.

"I was searching for the flowers our guide mentioned when I overheard you speaking."