Chapter 276

Meanwhile, twenty-five miles away at the distance forest of Munster Village. Knight Ambrose had been wandering through the forest outside of Winterberg late one nightfall when he had unfortunately lost his way. Spotting a minor lodge, he had ridden to it and knocked on the door, needing to get guidance. The old squeaky door had been answered by a white-haired middle-aged woman, who had invited him in. The shack was full of spices and herbs. Their aroma was almost too much to withstand, but regardless, Ambrose soon got used to it. After inquiring and receiving directions over tea to the village, he interrogated the woman about what it was she did there.

"Oh, young knight, I gather all the procedures of spices, seeds, herbs, and zest to make my mixtures, balms, and remedies of the sort".

"And what do you do with these balms and such."

"Sell them, what else, young knight?"

"Are you a witch? And do they work?"