Chapter 371: Lazy Winter

Winter was quiet, mainly because I was under house arrest. Or, not formally under arrest, but there were town guards at the front, back, and side entrances waiting to publicly arrest me. Even though no actual citizens had been harmed, it seemed the governor had already tried me in absentia and determined that a public beheading would do me good.

So I got to learn our embassy fairly well. It had originally been a butcher and deli, with two floors of family above that. People still came in for an occasional sandwich, since the deli had been converted into a charming (if under-tooled) kitchen.

Remember how I learned a variety of teas, including that useless one that restored sanity? I almost didn't, and it turns out the required herbs just weren't available locally. And so, I set about finding an alternate recipe the hard way, filtering through my system. Turns out the easy way (infusing the tea with emotional faith, and then using Calm Emotions upon it) worked better.