That is a lot of names. Carlisle nods, holding up a finger — one moment — before darting away. He returns less than a minute later with his journal, flipping it to a specific page before uncapping his pen. Upon it, he's already sketched out some illustrations of the new plant -- first its seed, then the initial sprouts, and another drawing for where it is now, leaving the lower corner blank for an addition once it is fully grown.

"Barrrrley," he murmurs to himself, scribbling down the name. His pen darts to the adjacent page to note the other details. "Now this Marduk character -- what are they a god of? Did they choose this Babylon, or did Babylon choose them?"