Eo

Another day in Poena. Though whether it was night or morning was for the spice makers alone to know. A cunning guild, one of the branches of the Herbalist, of which Eo was now a member. Whether Caravaggio was even a thrice spice herbalist or not, the tea in all of his branches was particularly good. And the fact that Xiao was trying so hard to curry favor with the gray-haired man was somewhat reminiscent of the days before Spark was taken from him. Spark... "damn Faragonda." The man frowned and slapped his hand on the table, trying to calm himself. Even with Xiao and the others out of the Herbalist's Hall, you can't be sure you're not being overheard. There are ears everywhere in Poena, not just the walls.