Talia lifts her brows, and I hand over the vial and its dehydrated, light-green leaves. She takes the gift with a bewildered smile. “Is this…” “Dried arinmint,” I reply. Gods bless Brennan. The god of wisdom is the trickiest to placate. Hedeon seems to only answer those who do not pray to him. —Major Rorilee’s Guide to Appeasing the Gods, Second
