[To say that Tav is eager for any kind of company would be an understatement. He finshes re-braiding his hair behind his ear and bounds up to accept the knock. Puling the door open, he opens his mouth to greet his guest, but finds himself assailed by conversation. He listens, of course, but his eyebrows go sky-high. Research?]

Research on what? Me as a person? Or an elf, since that seems to be a matter of issue here. Or going out and doing research? I've a connection with plants, especially, being a druid.