Ten
Shrewesdale
Autumn 921 MC
The crowded city streets were full of far more people than Albreda had ever seen in one place. She found she had to carefully pick her way through to avoid collisions. People were so intent on reaching their destinations, they moved with a sense of urgency she’d never before encountered. It was as if some dire consequence might befall them if they didn’t get where they were going in a timely manner. It all felt so strange.
She wandered the streets, taking in the sights until she stumbled across a herbalist's shop. Opening the door, she stepped into a room that carried a scent to her nose—not the stink of Shrewesdale, but the pleasant fragrance of the rain in the forest. Plants were hung from twine to dry, while other herbs, already dried and cured, sat wit
