Quite unfortunate indeed. So the two of us had to find a new place to live in now that there was nothing remaining of our country and we had to eat raw nettle plants to keep the hunger away during the travel. Eventually we wound in this castle and got work as scullery maids here.

(As she continues to explain her tale, Alastor could spy a jar that clearly doesn’t any spices at all at the other table. In fact, the contents of it seem to be more mysterious in origins that he might want to check it out.)