More than anything, Leroux is proud of their home and the dockfolk of the Saffron Spore Islands. From fishers to menders to traders and all sorts besides, Leroux counts them all as family, and always has time to sit down for a chat and a mug of something. A known sampler of the markets, the well-spoken salamander had the wit to mix a bit of a good ol’ fashioned mélange into their favored tea blend. A bit of green, a pinch of black; a sprinkling of heat, and just the right hint of color - taken from the Wiffle Ball Stinkhorn, the oddest mushroom Leroux has yet to find on the Saffrons - makes this tea as twisty and layered as the salamander’s finest arguments.