The stone hearth cheerily held a bluish flame that fascinated Lind as tea was brewed. The old woman had laid her staff at the door of her large hut as she relaxed at the wooden table in her larger hut.
Lind saw a blend of Qi and the wood caused the flame to burn but not be too hot. It was called summerwood as it still helped cook but did not make a home too warm. The tea was Lind's idea and he had even produced some fragrant leaves to show his intentions.
The heavily wrinkled woman was still powerful despite clearly nearing the end of her life. Lind could feel the vitality was weakening in her but slowly. Her silver white hair had seemed to glow in the sunlight but the sharp amber eyes followed him without fail.
There was nothing weak about his host.
