[ At the exclamation, Barnaby looks up from the herbs and fungi he managed to collect just outside the cafeteria. ]

'Tis strange, certainly. It offers resources once scarce but I fear there will be trouble should anything be lurking within those depths.

[ He sets aside a newly created poultice, lining it up with three other flasks. ]

Have you any need for curatives, you need but ask. I shall offer what I can, ser.