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Mother Mercara'S Drying Shed

Created by Kstarfireheart3583

Nestled at the edge of the pastoral fields just outside the town of Garrland, Mother Mercara's Drying Shed stands as a weathered testament to years of herbal craft and folk wisdom. The structure itself is a sturdy timber-frame barn, its robust wooden walls darkened by decades of exposure to the elements, with a distinctive pair of heavy double doors reinforced with iron bands that creak gently in the mountain breeze. The interior reveals the true purpose of this venerable building—row upon row of earthenware barrels and wooden crates line the packed earth floor, each carefully labeled and organized according to the mysterious knowledge of their proprietor. Suspended from the exposed rafters above hang countless bundles of drying herbs, medicinal plants, and aromatic vegetation in various stages of preservation, their pungent fragrances mingling into a complex tapestry of scents that speaks of botanical expertise. #. Mother Mercara stares at the horse-sized golden dragon as she speaks to Emory. "It's been too long since I've first seen a dragon. I'm sorry that you both cannot leave the shed. Too many people will talk." Emory smiles gratefully, "I understand. Thank you for offering us shelter." "I will bring you both some food later. If you have intruders, there is a secret door in the floor near the back where you can hide." Both Emory and Mother Mercara are startled when Z'Rax speaks eloquent common and smiles. "You wish to touch me, don't you Mother?" Emory watches Mother Mercara flush beet red and turns to the young dragon, "Were you going to keep this talking a secret? Plus that was very rude, Z'Rax, reading her mind. We are going to have a little talk about your manners." Emory turns to Mother Mercara chagrined, "I'm sorry about that." Mother Mercara composes herself and clears her throat smiling, "That is quite alright. But it is true. If I may, Z'Rax, touch your scales for a brief moment." Z'Rax bends down smiling and purrs his approval as Mother Mercara runs her hand on his golden scales. Emory shakes his head and grins.