Down & Tea
It was a cute little curb Shoppe, set in a style that was more artistic than realistic with red bricks, climbing ivy and fanciful iron wrought gates, but its location made it easy for all the students that attended the major schools to sit down and have a cup of tea, or even a special herb pack for sore muscles.
A smiling blue-scaled Dracon called Lola stood behind the counter and behind her stood an equally impressive number of kettles, bottles, fresh and drying herbs. “Serale,” she would greet with a gentle smile. “Welcome to the Down & Tea, what can I get for you? Tea or a remedy?”
The cozy atmosphere and the scent of herbs made the place a haven for students and it radiated with tranquility, among the piles of seating pillows, low tables, and the fresh brew, it was hard to get angry at just about anything.