As the Mysts thicken and the island cools, the Beyonder's arrive in vessels weathered by time, their sails dyed in deep hues of crimson and gold. They bring with them the scent of autumn—spiced chai, hearty pomegranate, and earthy Pu-erh's filled with the scent of the forest floor. Their teas are warm and grounding, blended with cinnamon, ginger, and clove to welcome the changing season. Maple and pumpkin infusions are highly prized, shared in the quiet evenings as islanders gather to honor their elders and ancestors for Faelivrin.

Only here for a short while to enjoy the flavors of the Isles these traders listen closely to the island’s stories, leaving behind brews steeped in memory before vanishing once more into the fog at the end of November.