The mage was sick. His minion caught the bug somewhere over
Tanaris, and promptly passed it on, a terrible gift. Mataoka was not a caregiver,
but she worried about her friend. She only knew one cure for the Tanarian Flu:
her mother’s talbuk and goldclover stew. She wished it was an ancient Draeneic
recipe, but alas, it was completely new world. A herbalist sent her the
goldclover, and she ordered the fresh talbuk, let it steep for three days under
a crescent to waning moon, and served it with a cup of strong, sweet honeymint
tea.
The mage looked skeptical.
Señor: I hope you feel better soon. If the stew doesn't work, I'm sending Darkmoon doughnuts.
Ooh, you're making me hungry :)
ReplyDeleteTalbuk and goldclover stew? Sounds like that's a good flu remedy :)
ReplyDeleteVery therapeutic! I am a bit concerned about my buddy - hope he's okay.
DeleteMaybe not the stew, but the doughnuts....mmmmmmmm
ReplyDeleteDoh! Doughnuts.... Darkmoon Doughnuts?
DeleteOr maybe a stew made with Darkmoon Special Reserve. Oh wait, wrong weekend!