‘Tea.’ ‘Eh?’ ‘Leaves of a certain plant, boiled up in water. It is considered quite a luxury in Gurkhul.’ He poured some of the brew out into a cup. ‘Would you like to try it?’ Logen sniffed at it suspiciously. ‘Smells like feet.’ ‘Suit yourself.’ Bayaz shook his head and sat back down beside the fire, wrapping both hands around the steaming cup.
