I discovered that my sister kept a workroom, much like Merry’s back in Spítia, complete with a large fireplace, several cauldrons, and all manner of herbs and flowers hanging from the rafters to dry. Unlike Merry’s, it was also equipped with what looked like the supplies you might find in a science lab.
Sipping at my coffee, I circled the room, eyes dancing over books in languages I couldn’t hope to decipher, and then to the desk stuck in the back corner. The surface was scattered with papers and as I shifted them around, I found a tablet computer.
I sat, setting my coffee aside in favor of the tablet. It turned on with a touch, and the screen filled with a recipe of some kind. I scanned through it, deciding the end result would be an ointment to promote hair growth, or possibly inhibit
