You may be able to find some freshly picked plants, from what they grow here, but I fear you may have to content yourself with meats from the markets. Still, I would be glad to try some of what you can make. A few herbs, a long simmer...far better than any waybread.

[ Ned meets her eyes, and the story they tell is indeed of a long and weary journey. He picks up one of the heart cakes and tears off a piece of it, and indeed it seems to disintegrate upon handling. ]

What is waiting for you at home? Or who?