The run to the Floral District got her there quicker than she had expected. From the entrance, Yvlena heard the soft murmurs of custors as they sat themselves and ate while they chatted with each other.
Pushing the door open, the scent of herbs and sweetness wafted through the air and into her nose. The Tea House slled heavenly, like a mix of the fragrances from the Floral District and the pastry scents of the Artisan District.
“Wow.” Yvlena sighed, breathing in the sll. She wouldn’t have minded staying there for a while just breathing in the scent.
"Well, well, look who dropped by. " Iris said with a sly smirk.
At the sight of the old woman, Yvlena flashed a smile glad to see Iris still had a little spice to her.
The woman stood at her usual place behind the counter grinding herbs into tea balls she would serve to her custors. As Yvlena ca closer, she could see the herb drying rack was now filled with all kinds of herbs, thanks to Dylan, no doubt.
The Tea House’s dark wood glead in the light streaming from the large windows. New decorations, trinkets and potted plants slowly filled the spaces and gaps within the shop. Much like the Floral District, the Tea House had blood.
The tables were filled with custors, each sipping from a cute cup and chatting amicably with others or sitting by the window staring out into the slowly bustling streets of the Floral District.
It’s improvent reminded Yvlena a lot of Rolfe’s cafe. Having enough of standing around, Yvlena approached and took a seat ready to order so refreshing tea.
"I was just dropping by to see how you were doing and to find the local blacksmith," Yvlena said, skipping over to the counter. “Glad to see the ol’ Tea House is doing well.”
Iris lifted her chin smugly, smirking as she spoke.
"I heard from Olivia you took Dylan to see his father's grave." Iris said as she wiped down the table littered with crumbs from the dry herbs.
"He asked to and I felt I sort of owed it to him after delivering the letter to his mom." Yvlena said.
The old woman looked at her with so sadness in her eyes. She might have wanted to make that journey too, to see her brother’s final resting place. Yvlena would have to ask later when the main quest wasn’t taking up her ti.
Iris snapped out of her sadness and began speaking again.
"I don't suppose it was an easy journey, that kid’s stubborn. "
“You don't know the half of it!” Yvlena said. “Almost got himself killed more tis than I could count.”
Iris threw her head back in laughter, partly at Dylan’s antics and partly at Yvlena’s annoyance at said antics.
“Sounds just about right, his father was the sa.” Iris said. She looked as if she was about to launch into a story about her youth, but only served Yvlena a cup of tea in a pearl white cup. Lilac coloured liquid sloshed gently in the cup topped with petals from what Yvlena knew by now to be a Luna Orchid.
“On the house.” Iris said as she went back to work.
“Thanks, you have no idea how much I need a cup of tea right now.” Yvlena said, taking the cup gently by its handle and bringing the cup to her lips.
One sip of the tea had her sighing in bliss. The subtle fragrance of the Luna Orchid combined with a hint of sweetness.
[The tea refreshes you, a wave of exhaustion has been lifted off your shoulders]
The ga told her.
[ Temporary HP Boost
Temporary Exhaustion Resistance]
“Fantastic.” Yvlena sighed, placing the now empty cup back on the table. With her mind stress free, she began searching the custor’s faces, looking around the Tea House to see if she could spot Soren.
It wasn't long before she saw the large man sipping tea quietly in the corner of the shop, he seed so out of place there, but who was she to judge?
As soon as she spotted him, they locked eyes, Soren began waving eagerly for Yvlena to join him. Shaking her head fondly, she of course obliged and left her seat to go and join him in the empty chair across from him.
Soren sat by a large round window decorated with climbing plants and little lights that illuminated the area. It was quite hoy and Yvlena understood why he chose it.
She felt a little bad bothering him while he was having so ti to himself, but he loved weapons and she knew his insights would be valuable regarding the Moon Sickle.
The weapon that had belonged to the previous Harvest Guardian would be of great interest to him, usually a sickle would be a farming tool, but now it was sothing she took into battle, and she needed to know if she could make it stronger.
“Hi Soren!” she said cheerfully. The man greeted her back with as much excitent as she had co to expect from him.
“Oh, Yv it's been a while. Where have you been? I was actually beginning to get a little worried.” He said as he sipped his cup of tea from a large brown mug.
“I had to escort soone to the Outskirts. But the most important thing is I need you to take a look at this weapon that belonged to the previous Harvest Guardian.” She said wincing as she asked the favor. She really hoped he didn’t mind.
All Soren did was place his mug down and hold his hand out for her to hand over the weapon. Yvlena retrieved her weapon from her belt and placed it in his large hands.
Soren looked over the sickle in her hand, using his thumb, he ran it along the curve of the blade. He gripped the handle next, studying the hilt and the Moon shaped gem in the middle.
“I can tell this is a very special weapon, undoubtedly left behind for you the Harvest Guardian.” Soren said. He tapped the gem. “A weapon like this requires a delicate touch.” he swung it suddenly, forcing Yvlena to dodge.
“Hey, watch it!” She yelped, recalling when he had returned her sword the first ti.
Yvlena felt her heart beat faster, she knew bringing the Moon Sickle to Soren was the right choice. His knowledge of weapons was of course exactly what she needed, even if he was a little too eccentric.
“Did you ever et the previous Harvest Guardian?” Yvlena asked, she realized she had never asked Soren this question because she had been too busy trying to fulfill Ricardo's quest.
But if that mysterious ore she had seen last ti was within his possession, then he definitely had sothing to do with the Harvest Guardian.
Soren shook his head, handing her back her weapon.
“That was before my ti, you’re asking because you saw the Rose Ore in my workshop, didn’t you?” he said with a laugh.
‘The Rose Ore? So that’s what that stone was.’ Yvlena thought. She nodded in response to his question. Soren sipped from his mug again.
“Very well, let tell you about it.”
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