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Constance Ravenstad meandered her way through the warm and breezy Regalian streets, glancing left and right as she passed the various noticeboards along the main stretch of road. Festival here, feast there, nothing quite of interest to the ageing Lady. The bustle of the market was drawing to a close and on passing sweat-drenched smokers a stone's throw away from the Golden Willow Tavern, a bulletin caught her eye.
"The Regalian Tea Sommelier Association." She read aloud.
Her eyes glanced down the page as she clicked open her purse to retrieve a set of reading glasses as to examine the smaller font toward the bottom.
Her face grew horrified, her brows curling with eyes wide as if she had witnessed a gruesome scene. As her lips softly muttered the ingredients of the 'Summer Tempest' tea her skin grew pale.
"Cinnamon, Ginger /and/ Cardamom!" She said, audibly horrified. "Spirit forgive these foolish peasants for their utterly disgraceful-..."
She paused, her lips curling into yet another disgusted grimace.
"O' Holy Spirit, grant these wayward pretenders a soft ascension to Everwatch so that I may teach them a thing or two when I meet them there. You may have your way with them for their delusions after I do so." She muttered to herself.
Constance moved on, a pitiful look upon her face as she continued on her way.
"Everyone knows the acidity of zest is best kept clear from the gentle-sweet of Blueberry and Apricot. My goodness they made the poor man a smoothie and he mistook it for tea. I always said this poor world would meet its end before I do. And that shocking blend of spices. I'll pray twice as much for the poor man's tastebuds this afternoon, or what's left of them."
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