Despite the gravitas of their objective, Arven felt rather like a boy again as Operine championed a slightly ridiculous idea. Arven went along with it in a trice. "Alright then", he replied with a smile, already halfway out the door.

He didn’t have to look for long. There was a small, manicured flowerbed just along the wall from the main entrance of the museum. With the most cursory of glances to ensure passers-by weren’t offended by his odd action, Arven withdrew a small flask (previously containing Gillywater) from his pocket and scooped it mostly full with soil. He briefly patted down the hole he left, then returned to the museum, wondering if Operine had already found the pot or if Arven would have to embark on a bit of a search mission.