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Ålesund explained the basic principles of tea and Druid wondered if any old plant would do. Today’s concoction would involve chamomile, a type of flower. He presented some of them to her and she bent to sniff at them, wrinkling her nose a little at the sweet smell.

I drink the tea? Druid assumed. How—where do you make it? was the natural next question, her throat rippling painfully as she spoke.