Savannah ties her hair up, to keep it out of her eyes, as she adds a couple of drops of a substance to the one she was making now. It was used to heal people, but one tiny imperfection in the mix would be devastating. Soon, however, she found out that she was missing a key ingredient in it. Sighing, she stands up, knowing that this particular ingredient, the petals of a flower that only blooms at night, and begins to search for it. It was still too light outside for them to be blooming, but she didn't want to be stumbling around in the dark looking for the things. Finding a small patch of them, in a thicket of brambles, she rests where the thorns aren't congregating too badly, and waits for night to fall. It isn't long before the flower blooms, revealing the soft, delicate petals. Kneeling down next to a couple of them, she steeples her hands, closes her eyes, and says a soft prayer to her god before taking as many as she needed. Standing back up, she begins going back the way she came, to her small tent by the main road to Strongmoor, the nearest town.