Fen shook his head but didn't continue defending his point of view. Aether felt a little bad for him, he was young, and had lived a fairly safe, sheltered life as far as Aether knew. He hadn't been subjected to the schemes and plots of the hidden world.
Perhaps that was why they followed him all the way down here, across two very different worlds. That naivete could have very well caused it. That, and Freya's endless curiosity.
"What's so important about those mushrooms?" Freya piped up. "You said they were rare and difficult to grow."
Aether touched his cloak. "Wine." He said with a smile. "And cloth. You can make wine out of the stem of a Devil's Fang, and the cap has a fibrous structure. When it's fed to the silk weavers, their silk becomes sturdier, and more suitable for enchantment and such." Seeing their confused expressions, Aether smiled. "Take this cloak." He lifted the end of his cloak and gestured them to touch the silken cloth.
