Herbalists' Cache all places the same

Solveig liked to spar with low stakes. Of course, she would spar happily with someone who would fight until first blood was drawn, but fighting in a way that was more a seduction was appealing as well.

She moved with him, noticing that even when he allowed her close, he kept his head out of reach, or turned the other side toward her. He asked for his prize- and she saw that as her advantage.

She turned, and sank into a stretch, peering over her shoulder as she spoke. ”a better prize then a sprig of mint,” She said with a chuckle. She stood up, hoping he might’ve let his guard down- and leapt to try and snatch the mint from behind his ear again.