Cole dutifully stuck the supports in place, getting his hands and shirt coated in dark soil in the process. He didn't mind, he was used to finding a stream to wash off the dirt or blood or whatever the demons had been spitting. The only thing he cared to keep- somewhat- clean was his shoes. Tracking dirt around buildings made their owners or servants unhappy. He was careful about that.

"She always has so many. Do they rest? Is that an elf thing. I 'eard it was an elf thing. Shush you daft man.." There were some in the inquisition that noticed the Inquisitor's odd habits, for better or for worse. "I hope they will like growing here, it's not so open as before."