Stavanger Bay she brought the sugar and the mint

When they had a sizeable pile of the fetid fruits, Doe dug a quick hole in the sand and lined it with kelp she'd gathered earlier. This was necessary, to keep the fluid from draining too quickly from the mixture. A small portion of the plums went next, followed by a few sprigs of mint and Jimson weed, more plums, more herbs, and so on until the plums and Jimson weed were gone.

"This is what will allow us to know the will of the sea, and to hear him clearly," she explained to her companion as she covered up the hole with more kelp and sand. "It's mostly finished, at this point, but it will gain potency as time goes on. It is important that we have the ceremony soon, so that it will not harm us when we ingest it - but if it does, a white wolf from Donnelaith has helped me get the antidote."

She paused for a moment, ears flickering as she searched for nearby sounds. "Her name's Deirdre. Have you met her? She... speaks well of Skellige," the doctor said coyly, not quite brave enough to fully imply what she suspected. With any luck, Szymon would understand her. "That was the plum whiskey - do you want me to show you how to make mint julep? It's just a treat, not for the ceremony."