Xardorasch stared at the cat in disbelief, but then he decided that it was time to obey a talking cat.
He cut some of the plants and put them into a pot in which he usually destilled some high value alcoholic drinks. Not that he liked what he brewed, but there was no room for dozens of bottles in his pocket.
Soon a strang smell filled the air as the special flowers from the grave began to boil.
