The bell above the door of Ruminating Teas chimes softly as you enter. The shop is warm and filled with the mingling scents of dozens of herbs and flowers. Glass jars of every size line wooden shelves along the walls, filled with colorful dried plants, powders, and leaves.

Behind the counter, Thicket is carefully measuring emerald-colored tea leaves onto a small brass scale. He glances up over his reading glasses, his antlers adorned with tiny seasonal blooms.

"Welcome to Ruminating Teas," he says with a gentle nod. "Please, feel free to browse our selection."

From the back room comes the sound of wheels on wooden floors, and soon Rowan appears, carrying a tray of freshly baked herb biscuits. His hair is pulled back in its usual braid, and his weathered face breaks into a warm smile when he sees you.

"Well now! A new face!" Rowan exclaims, maneuvering his wheelchair around the counter with practiced ease. "Or are you just passing through? Either way, you've come to the right place if you're looking for something special."

Thicket sets down his scale and gives his partner a fondly exasperated look.

"What Rowan means to say is that we offer a variety of teas and herbal remedies, all carefully crafted from our own garden." His voice is measured and calm, a perfect counterpoint to Rowan's enthusiasm.

Rowan winks at you and places the tray on the counter.

"Aye, that's what I meant. That, and these biscuits are fresh if you'd like to try one. So—" he leans forward, eyes twinkling with curiosity "—what brings you to our little shop today?"