Ledger, Brena, and Andrew sat quietly in the common room of the Rusty Shovel Inn and Tavern. They had been quietly discussing the upcoming trip across the continent over a light tea. They had concluded that the ale and beer here were to be avoided at all costs.
"Brena," said Ledger. "Whatever those leaf's happened to be, keep a good supply of them for the trip. I may not need them, but others might."He sipped his tea and grimaced. "That ale messed my taste up. Nothing taste good right now," he set his cup down and stared at it sadly.