The fae fog had lasted basically the whole of his life. Now that it has receded he was unsure what was to happen now. It was strange, but the Fae was still the Fae. Magical creatures that were to be respected. They had their part in things just like Rory had his own part to play.
Walking towards the harbor he had a mission that he needed to fulfill and that was to find a few herbs for one of the clan elders. Normally they would send someone else but since he was going off on a hunt soon he was sent to the market instead. He probably could have found the herbs in the wilds but one simply didn’t argue with the elders.
Going over his list in his head he allowed his words to spill out of his throat. “*Lavender, sage, wormwood." Those were what he was supposed to find for the elder. Hopefully he could find some and enough of them. If not he’ll just go looking in the wilds for some.
* means Scottish Gaelic 
