IT IS OFTEN PICKED FRESH, BUT IT MAY ALSO BE DRIED AND STEEPED AS A TEA. HOT TEA, WELL BREWED, IS A PLEASURE ENJOYED NOT ONLY BY FEY FOLK, BUT ALSO BY THE MORE INTELLIGENT SPECIMENS OF THE HUMAN RACE. AND THOUGH MAGIC HAS NO WORTH WHEN IT COMES TO HELPING A HEART THROWN INTO DESPAIR, A STOUT POT OF TEA MAY BE BENEFICIAL AT SUCH TIMES. Orville Gold, genie historian of Feyland LAZ TOOK ME into another small room. We squeezed past several barrels to wedge ourselves into the only open corner. He gestured at the wall. ‘Where does it lead?’ I asked. ‘Storage space. In a basement,’ he answered. ‘Does it have a barrier against humans?’ ‘Nothing but the best.’ I mumbled my thanks and then stepped through the portal into a large room with cement walls. Stray cobwebs hung from solid wooden beams in the ceiling, but the rest of the place was clean, and well lit with electric lights. The air smelled like Laz’s café: warm, rich and heady. Coffee. Of course. Bags and barrels lined an aisle wide enough for my wings to fan out comfortably.
