"Take another step, human, and I guarantee it shall be your last. My friends are dead and my life is in tatters because of you and your kin. I have nothing to lose, but you still possess your other eye." ---------- Life is hard in the Alienage of Denerim. The smoky notes of gunpowder green tea and the dry toastiness of hojicha bring to mind the ashes of a long-lost elven culture, mingled with the sharp heat of chai spice for the pain of oppression and mistreatment. Aniseed adds a subtle bittersweet accent.