After a few seconds of dizzying portal travel, Avarice finds himself somewhere that is definitely not home. He’s standing in the middle of a tea shop, with a few of the customers giving him strange looks. (He can’t blame them; he did just appear out of thin air). But he only has a few seconds of focus before the nausea hits. He felt like he’d been thrown into the twisting crescendo then trampled all over by Luminax. A frazzled looking fae comes up to him, her crests flicking around in what seems like a gesture of sympathy.

“Oh you poor thing! I know what a victim of portal travel looks like when I see one. Come now, try not to be sick in the dining area. I’ll grab you a spot of tea, you’ll be feeling better in no time.”

Before Avarice can protest, he’s being shooed through a door into a room full of couches and cushions. A long wooden table takes up one side of the room, covered in various tea-making apparatuses. The fae flits over to them and sets the kettle to boil while she prepares the tea.
“How rude of me not to introduce myself. I’m Castia, the owner of this tea shop.” The kettle dings and she pours in hot water while humming quietly. Avarice doesn’t speak; the nausea is still very strong and he doesn’t want to be sick. She finishes with the tea and brings it over to him. He drinks, and his sickness seems to drain away instantly.

“This is really good tea, thank you.”
“No problem.”
They both sit for a moment, Avarice drinking and Castia watching him closely. As soon as he’s finished, she starts talking.
“You look like you have somewhere else to be, so I’ll let you go now. Do take some more of that tea in case you feel sick again, and my business card in case you ever want to come visit.”?A bell dings back out in the shop, and she gestures for him to follow her out. She is immediately set upon by a customer, and she waves a claw goodbye as he exits the shop to fly back home.