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[equal_of_any_man]

Olivier has a little table set up next to the bar, covered in teas for sale, blended and sewn into little muslin bags. He has a little sign written up in his own neat hand and sits by it.

Herbal teas and infusions for sale.

Warming – to keep out the chills
Yarrow, Elder Flower, Peppermint, Echinacea, Ginger

Waking – to bring vigour
Siberian Ginseng, Gotu Kola, Licorice Root, Hibiscus Flower

Calming – to help bring sleep
Chamomile, Lavender, Passion Flower, Rose Petals, Hibiscus Flowers

Cleansing – to clean the blood and balance the humours
Calendula Flowers, Red Clover, Dandelion Root, Nettle, Cleavers, Elder Flower, Spearmint, Ginger

Gladness – to stave off darkness of the heart and lighten the spirit
Lemongrass, Ginger, Raspberry, Orange peel

Feel free to come bother him, buy tea or ask questions.

Comments

[starrydome]

"Have you tried adding Heart's Ease to the calming blend?"

The interested party is tall and regal , with flowing hair and eyes bright as stars.

[equal_of_any_man]

"That is the violet flower, is it not?" He asks with interest. "I shall do so in future. Thank you, sir. Will you join me?" He has a pot of tea of his own brewing and is glad to share.

[starrydome]

Elrond bows his head slightly. "Thank you. But truthfully, I ought to be treating you. You were kind to a small child here. Do you remember him? About this tall?"

He holds out an elegant hand, unadorned by rings.

[equal_of_any_man]

"Peredhel." Olivier smiles. "A sweet boy with sad eyes. I hope he found happier times. Do you know him, sir? Is he kin of yours?"

[starrydome]

"He did," Elrond replies. "He grew up and had a family of his own. Twin boys and a daughter. And he opened his home to strangers, in part because of the kindness he was shown here. And I still remember it well."

He smiles.

[the_cupbearer]

"Gladness," comes a little chuckle--from someone who looks like he's barely out of boyhood. "It sounds like a good name for a tea blend like that. Is it black tea with all that added in, or just the fruit?"

[equal_of_any_man]

"It is made with dried herbs I have harvested here but it would be very pleasant brewed with black tea of China."

[the_cupbearer]

"It sounds like it. I'd very much like to buy some, if you'll tell me how much it is," he says lightly.

[equal_of_any_man]

"How much would you like?" Starts setting the little bags of tea aside. "These are enough for a pot of tea and these for a single cup. My understanding is if you pay what you feel it is worth to the bar, such will be paid off my tab."

[the_cupbearer]

He considers it for a moment, hands tucked into his pockets. "I think...one of the latter, two of the larger ones? I like the flavors listed," he says. "I'll pay what it's worth."

[hecu_marine]

There's a thunk on the table. This is what happens when you put down a small clay jar of honey and a relatively thick paperback.

"You got any of that 'waking' brew to offer, I'd be lookin' to trade," Shephard says.

[equal_of_any_man]

"Sergeant." Olivier greets him with a bright smile and a swift bow. "I would be very glad to trade you tea however it hardly seem enough it trade for this!" He marvels at the book and the pot of honey.

[hecu_marine]

"We ain't got a whole lot in the way of stuff to keep us on our feet if we ain't had a proper night's rest, where I come from," Shephard says, returning the bow. "It's gon' be years before we git any of that growin' proper again. Believe me, back home somethin' like that is valuable as all fuckin' hell."

Seriously. It's a world where they used up all the coffee and all the tea at least a decade ago. No offense to acorns and chicory but they are so not the same.

[equal_of_any_man]

"If you will permit a day or two's delay, I can make up a large bag of it to take with you? I have more hibiscus flower drying."

"I can also make you blend stronger still if you wish? I have discovered a bean of the Ethiop that when roasted makes a bitter but stimulating drink." And lo, Olivier has discovered coffee!

[hecu_marine]

"Reckon I know that bean," says Shephard. "If you got access to it, you go right ahead'n work somethin' up with that. I c'n wait a couple days if that's what it takes."

One of the lesser-known vices of many, many Marines, prior to the Combine, was an almost ungodly affection for energy drinks and other stimulant beverages. Shephard is currently living in a world where the only reliable source of caffeine is the good will and trade of the Sateré-Mawé, since they managed to preserve the guaraná plant in sufficient quantity. Sure, he could get coffee from the Bar, but hell, this is someone he knows, and you turn to your friends and neighbors before you turn to magic.

[wheatencrown]

Its a good selection of teas and Demeter walks over in her simple linen dress with no shoes,

"Your table smells like my garden in summer, its wonderful."

[equal_of_any_man]

"My lady, you garden must be most wonderful to be so fragrant." Olivier bows and smiles to her.

[wheatencrown]

"It is, as is my daughter's. We're happiest when surrounded by life. I'd love to try them all. Where and when are you from so I know how best to pay?"

There will also be a blessing once she figures out the best one for him as those that tend the earth she considers hers.

[equal_of_any_man]

"The greatest glory of God is good, green earth and growing things." Olivier quotes with a smile.

He bows deeply to her. "I am Olivier de Bretagne of the Free City of Antioch. From the year of our lord 1131 and the age known as the First Crusade."

[wheatencrown]

"I'm Demeter, once of Eleusis, now of Provence and the year 2014,"

She nods at the mention of his god and holds out to him a purse.

[lt_blade]

Sonya's left leg isn't broken, but in order for the knife wound to heal, she needs to keep her leg still. As such, she only manages to not show how much pain she's in as she hobbles over to his table. The military dress jacket is draped over her chair, the damn thing too confining and almost hypocritical-like a purple heart's supposed to help her feel better-leaving her in a white blouse and black skirt.

She's not sure she's up for company, but Olivier..for being a kid, she could talk to him like one of her own. As much as part of her felt otherwise, she didn't want to totally be alone at the moment.

"How much for Waking?" Really she looks like she needs the exact opposite, but she's not sure she could bring herself to sleep at the moment.

[equal_of_any_man]

"For you m'lady, I will make a gift of it. In thanks for teaching me the way of the bow." He brews her a pot and brings it to her. "Are you hurt? Can I help?"

[lt_blade]

She just barely managed to catch a smart ass remark before it's said, telling herself that they probably didn't have casts where he was from. He was a good kid, he didn't need her going all bitchy on him.

"Yeah..I'm hurt..sometimes it comes with the assignments." There's a sharpness to her tongue that comes before she could stop herself-reflex from exhaustion and a combination of physical and emotional pain.

She takes a deep breath. "Thanks..if you have anything for pain, that would be awesome." It's likely what she took before this was already starting to wear off.

[equal_of_any_man]

He nods and scrambles to his room in haste. He comes back with a small glass vial of a milky white liquid. "Here. This will ease the pain and give you ease of sleep if you desire it. It is strong and bitter of taste but you need only a spoonful in tea."

[lt_blade]

Sonya frowned when he brought out the liquid, taking a small whiff of it. "This..this smells almost like opium."

It wasn't a common drug from her time, but she'd smelled something similar in Milliways before. That they'd just had a drug and weapons bust made it almost ironic. "See why you'd only tell me to take a drop."

She set it aside the tea mug, not entirely sure she was ready for sleep just yet-even if it meant a break from pain. "Don't..don't mind me. Things have been...rough..back through the door. If I snap, don't take it personally."