In Sleeping Island of the Fjords.
"I'd never thought that Sleeping Spell's first patron would be you." Tilly laughed as she served up a steaming bowl of fish soup. "Thanks for your help in finding the ruins in Shadow Islands."
"You're welcome." Thunder received the soup. "I'll be willing to enter those mysterious waters a few more times even if I'm not rewarded. Honestly, without the witches traveling together, the area to the east of Shadows Island is absolutely dangerous and forbidden to an explorer." He took a sip of the soup and exhaled a mouthful of hot air. "Ah... blacktail fish soup is absolutely delicious."
Neither black tea nor ale was popular in the Fjords. The people here were used to having a bowl of cold fish jelly during midsummer, and when temperatures were lower, they would have a bowl of boiled fish soup instead. When cooked, different kinds of fishes had very different tastes. This was a custom that Tilly learned about only after coming to Sleeping Island.
