Wugari
"This is the oldest tea maker in Wugari," Duke Lucas said just as the carriage stopped. Rosalind immediately looked outside the window. She saw a quaint little shop with a sign that read 'Madame Sula's Tea Emporium' in a script that looped elegantly.
It was not as large as she had expected. It was small and cozy, with a warm glow emanating from the windows.
Lucas helped her out of the carriage and took her inside. Almost immediately, a heavy air with the rich, earthy scent of the bitter tea leaves and spices hit her.
She smiled and looked around. The shelves to her right were lined with jars of loose bitter tea leaves in various colors.
"Those are—"
"The same tea, different colors," Lucas said. "Shall we?"
