[ As the radio post goes on, Lambert mentally resigns himself to being a statue forever. Until now, he’s just been impatiently waiting for his chance to chime in, because surprising no one? These nerds talk a lot.

Once it finally seems like he can speak up, he does so, keeping his piece brief and to the point. ]

This is Nightrider Lambert. If you know your way around herbs, potions, or alchemy, come find me. If you still have any of the phoenix fruit or seeds the Ringmaster gave us, or you’re handy at any kind of magic that can make plants grow faster, I want to talk to you too. I’ll be down by the lake.