Watching the packed market crowds make room for them, Tuoni is happy just to not be fighting his way through the press of sweaty flesh and raspy cough. "Hm, I hope that's true. You need light to grow, though, and I assume there will be little where we're going." He crouches to look at the salt line, before nodding to himself and stepping carefully over it. "I wonder who maintains these things? They would be interesting to talk to."