The Floodlands Jackpot

Aye! A tea, she watched him venture close to the bulbs. Without undressing them from their bundles Mag couldn't tell how healthy they might be, or useful. She could recall one thing her ma would always say of it: Garlic requires too much paperwork! Which, as a child and even now, made no sense to Mag.

These things thin the blood. Stuff enough of em in meat and mix some-a that bearberry leaf in, watch what happens! Hah.

Mag let out a laugh that was closer to a croak, and then cleared her throat. Been a while since I've had good company. Last I saw was an ornery wif who thought herself queen of all these Hinterlands. she scoffed.