A type of bread bun made from pattied ground herbs and flour. Known for its remarkable aroma and slight spice. One of the common and most basic staples across all civilisations in the Spoke.
A prism shaped room 180ft in diameter made completely of scintillating clay. At the centre of the room lies the 40ft diamter, 90ft tall Acorn of Iceflames which appears to be suppressed by hot air emerging from the prism walls. Due to the balancing effects at play, the temperature in the chamber is only slightly cold. One who has gained mastery of pyromancy may be able to capture an ember of iceflame from the Acorn after around 2 hours of study. One who is skilled in arcane dwarven engineering may be able to glean the secrets of the scintillating clay and may be able to harvest a Wallwind panel which is capable of releasing hot air when charged with magic power.
"Are these... Grapes?" Gumue asked as she tried to identify the flowers. "Indeed! You must be quite the drinker!" Poso chuckled as she steered her iguana around the dirt road which snaked about the fields despite the level ground.
The scent of charred clovergrass filled Domel's nose, along with the morning scent of fresh mud as he rode alongside his master in the direction of the Twin Sprigs. Unlike the many other knights and their lancebearers, Domel's master, the Iguana Knight Oad, and himself were riding at a much slower pace and clearly not in lockstep with the rest of the nights. Domel could feel nothing but unease as he saw this - all his life he had been training to match the rhythm of other riders, to work in synchrony - as was chiseled in his mind by his instructor. But for nearly 3 cycles now, the elderly Iguana Knight had thrown all of what he'd learned off the branches - as what the village folk from the branches of the Twin Sprigs would have put it.
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