Chapter 217: Another of Iryne’s letters.
After leaving the mage estate, Sigrid returned straight to The Vale. She was itching to get to the green house in which she had planted ten dozen trees of cocoa. Her excitement was shared by her husband who had no idea what was so delicious about the odd looking fruit--as he called it.
It had taken Sigrid a whole month to cultivate the trees using magic, fairy dew water and the poop of a griffin which acted as a fertilizer. As disgusting as most of the servants and Roland found it, griffin poop had proven to be a potent magical product.
Not only could it nourish plants, speed up their growth and increase their abilities of becoming enchanted fruit, it was also a great alchemy ingredient.
For mages, it was a rare commodity that was highly desired and many of them offered her a lot of gold in exchange for some griffin poop.
On the downside, every time Lady Iryne showed up for some griffin poop, she would loudly shout "Show me the poop."
The words were hurled out without a care of who was in listening distance and Sigrid always had to explain that it was not human poop.
Before she could get to the trees, Roland stopped her, waving an envelope up and down. Wind slapped the envelope, making it shake like a flag hanging on to a pole in a storm. "You have received a letter from your mother."
Sigrid took the envelope but she groaned a protest as she did because it was bound to be filled with the usual silliness her mother wrote.
Dearest Siggy,