"Here? I doubt it. There's barely any trade between our countries. I'd be amazed if you could find the spices for it here." He reaches for the honey as soon as its offered and pours two generous spoonfuls in to his tea. "I love ginger and honey tea. Maybe with a little bit of peach if it's in season."

He settles back in his chair with his hands wrapped around the mug, breathing in the scent of it. It's sweet with just the hint of mint behind it. Even the smell of it chases away some of the lingering sickness that was all in his head.

"It's difficult to find anything of my homeland besides ruins and what I managed to bring with me." He would not give up his robes and staff for anything, simple they may be in terms of his former Altus glory.