Aislin was a bit curious. "When I went to his place earlier, it didn't seem to smell like this.
Gilbert, are there many different kinds?"
"The Defense Tower used to be quite fond of using those herbs that refresh the mind and soothe spiritual power." Ruth glanced at her. "The top-grade ingredients all went into the herb teas the Archmages drink regularly; the scraps and leftovers were probably used to make incense.
The Hainarson Clan, after all, used to be glorious too; it's normal for them to have some stock.
Back then, it must have all been given to Gilbert… The people of that family each have their own little schemes, but when it comes to resources, they won't, and don't dare, be stingy."
Mages of noble birth, though selfish, self-serving, and able to screw people over without batting an eye, also understand cost–benefit very well; they know what can be preserved and what can't.
