"Here, let me help," says a friendly voice, and Kelyn feels the bucket weight steady as someone else holds it. "Thanks," she manages. "It's not the weight so much as that I can't see anything carrying it." Once the bucket is down, she looks at the two Mogu facing her. "You're Kelyn, right?" says the one who had helped her. "I'm Anwyn, this is Dera. Elenn told us you'd be travelling to Lethey. If you want to sleep in our tent, you're very welcome." "Oh. Um..." Kelyn isn't quite sure what to say. "Can't be pleasant sharing with the stench," Dera says with a grin. "Stench?" "Jory deals ragwort, right?" Anwyn says. "So he has to dry it." "I don't know what he does with it, actually," Kelyn says, surprising herself with the realisation. "I don't think he uses it himself." Although how would she tell?