[Magic in any sense of the word was beyond his ken. It was not a subject he had ever thought to study-- the sword and his strength had always been enough. But, Siegfried had questions, many of which he didn't even know how to begin asking.
How does a man, dead twice over, ask why he is has apparently been given a third chance at existence?
Quietly, he peered over at the stranger-- a towering man with wild blond hair and a glowing crest that creeped out above the collar of his shirt-- and somehow managed to look like a giant, confused puppy.]
Is it tea?
[He asked quietly, in the hesitant tones of someone unused to speaking his mind.]
Some of the herbs are used for medicine... Or, for flavoring hard spirits.
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How does a man, dead twice over, ask why he is has apparently been given a third chance at existence?
Quietly, he peered over at the stranger-- a towering man with wild blond hair and a glowing crest that creeped out above the collar of his shirt-- and somehow managed to look like a giant, confused puppy.]
Is it tea?
[He asked quietly, in the hesitant tones of someone unused to speaking his mind.]
Some of the herbs are used for medicine... Or, for flavoring hard spirits.