MORGAN
It was no Mint but the herbal supply room in Eririat’s palace was well stocked. My fingers lightly ran over all the different herbs, plants, and roots that hung and lay around the large room, looking for specific ones.
“You think you can find what you need, young Morgan?” Hunji’s father had led me down here, stating they still stock the herbal room even if it’s not used like it was back in the old days.
The old days, meaning before the Lycan wars and the devastation of the human race. When the water supply was poisoned and almost wiped out all humans, that included alchemists, witches to some people.
“You know I met your mother once, a long time ago. Before you and young Finnegan were even thought of. Before she met your father.” I turn with surprise and curiosity.
I knew the f
