"Or well... a version of it. Tis Arda, for certain, but... marred somehow. A distant future, perhaps. The lands are desolate, and the only crops we have are those we grow ourselves - and we have only just edged into early spring for first plantings. So... as you can imagine... no tea."
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"Or well... a version of it. Tis Arda, for certain, but... marred somehow. A distant future, perhaps. The lands are desolate, and the only crops we have are those we grow ourselves - and we have only just edged into early spring for first plantings. So... as you can imagine... no tea."