Home Sweet Grave

<Astre spends a long time in silence, thumbing through Hieron's journal.> Killed on another world, defending a city that didn't want him. There was so much we planned to do. Now... <Astre trails off, their eyes focusing on the journal's pages.> Oh. The tea recipe that Hieron was telling me about. He was excited for its properties--called it a purgative for the soul. He never had a chance to brew it. I know it seems stupid, ‹name›. I just want to taste Hieron's tea. The leaves should be nearby.