"Beg your pardon, my lady, Prince Vadim," a very old man edges in on the conversation, "I did not mean to eavesdrop but I couldn't help over hearing. Not but a week ago the innkeeper in Severton served a delicious lamb roast and I am certain he seasoned it with spearmint."

Coral looks at the man, "You know for sure?"

"Aye, my lady, it was almost as my mum used to make and back when I was a lad I used to forage for the leaves myself."

"Thank you, kind sir," Coral smiles. She looks to Vadim, "How far is Severton from here?"

"Perhaps half an hour's ride east," he...