Sleepy Fox Hollow worfeln

mahler nodded with pride. "sehr gut," the gargoyle said, a shining in his eye. "guardians should go out of doors, however, so i think vhatever ve find at the pharmacy, ve should take a trip into the mountains."
he smiled and then turned back. the larder was not far. mahler thrust head and shoulders into it, pulling out packets of dried greenery and blackened leaves.
"hmm. ve could do vith more lavender, chamomile, and mint, for any head colds." the man paused long enough to allow emmerich a good look at the last bits of these herbs before he began to put them away again. "vhich direction should ve go outside of paleo?"