Howard gets them down to hydroponics. It's the best place he can think of right now. If they go to the Warehouse or the Inn, someone might try to find them and make sure they're alright, and well-intentioned as that might be, it's not what they need right now.

He leaves Orc by the beer tree with a fresh beer in hand, leaves, and then returns with his medical kit. He's holding a gauze pad to his bloody lip.

"Let me take a look at those strains."