Revi Bloom looked through a shop window; it was a herbalist and reminded him of his parent's business back in Wincaster. He decided to enter, stepping into the small space with a quiet stride. He wandered about, looking at leaves drying on some twine and powdered plants in small containers. Many of these items he recognized but a few were unknown to him. He made a mental note to ask about them.
The proprietor finished dealing with a customer and wandered over to the mage, "Is there something I can help you with?"
"Actually," he said, "I was wondering about the price of kingsleaf."
"I'm afraid," said the shopkeeper, "that I am unfamiliar with that plant. Is it found locally?"
"It's not important," Revi replied. His eyes caught sight of a glass jar containing something strange. "What's t
