Some were very poisonous and those plants got cursory glances from Solas. He could pocket a few, but the risk of contaminating what he did need would be too great. Another time perhaps.

He doesn't bother keeping an eye on Strange as he begins going through the trunk, picking out a few items that appear the most useful. The magic he has brewing in his head would be rooted in ancient techniques, but bent out of place to fit in with the mess the other man already had set up. He examines a vial closely and adds it to the growing pile he has set aside from the trunk.

"I am ready," he says with an expectant motion to the items. Chop chop, Strange, he needs someone to carry those back downstairs for him.