Gadriel's not so psyched on the 'save the world' thing for this place. He has Opinions about the trustworthiness of their captors, and the amount of jars of venom he keeps producing show that it is not going away.

However, someone wants to see a chainsword and Gadriel is willing to do many things, up to and including warcrimes, to share the chainsword appreciation.

Fortunately or not, warcrimes tend not to be on the quest board, but maybe something would seem appealing. Who knows. It had been a few days and it was worth a look. So here's all nine feet of barely civilized Space Marine in his armor, reading over the quest board. "Mushrooms. Absolutely not." He remembers the last time he had to harvest plants. "I am not falling for that again."